Kevin Ouèche-Magueul is tough. A hard up in the morning. Kevin wears a revival week. Often, at the dawn of Saturday, exasperated by the strident tone of the craft, his arm describes a curve upward and then let fall the fist that is at the end in an act of brutality and saving jubilant. Little alarm clocks that resist treatment, especially as Kevin, particularly cozy, do not choose that, depending on their vulnerability to shocks.
Yet this morning, no genocide watch. No hazardous foot outside the bed, no glassy stare in the mirror over the bathroom, no breath that smells like feet. Just a small pat of the crotch to the limit of scratching testicles.
Today is a day like no other. This morning, Kevin will take possession of his new mount. This day point between St. buildings G. Ladalle-Enpante, where he has his bachelor, gets up on a dream of two years.
Two years of savings to meet the minimum contribution of his future bike. Two weeks age of sixty hours in the pharmacy video rental which it is responsible stewardship. Two years grimaces commercial customers who are never happy and are a scandal if they have booked the DVD has been reduced by the previous client in due time. Two years to fight against these same customers who forget to bring their film time and time and which are abnormal that they be charged the excess duration. What
shitty life. But today, it no longer exists. Today, all these absurdities are justified. Now exit the Honda CB 500 which was carried for commuting for two long years or brain turbine as fast as the rev counter of his craft. Two years
Homeric rides where he saw himself in thought, according to magazine tests, riding a Hayabusa, a GSXR, R1 a shiny all over each other.
And, above all, two very long years to undergo the age-old question of buddies:
"So when you buy the tone monster? ".
They were comfortable friends.
Michel on his Hayabusa black who rides on the highways. Some slanderous whispers behind his back he was lost when he left a four voices.
Philippe grasshopper on his orange. A KTM 990 Adventure "special Dakar" with GPS and trip master. Kevin smiled, thinking that this machine had never set rally nipples tires other than on the asphalt.
Anyway, Kevin thought, fear of falling down take it as soon as it moves from a radius of over a hundred kilometers. What adventurer!
And Ludovic and his Yamaha Vmax. Never left the city. World champion of the street (even side) Run a red light. Pampers his motorcycle until Yamaha Vmax sort of 21st century.
these sad lords had speculated that the monster of Loch Ness was related to the new frame Kevin. Everybody was talking, making assumptions about its shape, color and brand, but nobody had seen.
Someone would see there a day?
Traitor, Ludovic had added that even Kevin, except maybe some Saturday nights in the bottom of his glass of Jack Black, did not know what she looked like. No matter
arrived with a motorcycle already gone out of fashion when your friends rolling on the cream of world motorcycling. He could have a more aggressive bike earlier, he was an excellent opportunity aged two years would have corresponded to its budget, but he wanted to strike a major blow. Kevin made it a point of honor, it would be a new bike, better, a sportswoman of the year, possibly the first to be delivered in the region. History
shut them up.
But which one to choose? For months, Kevin was tortured mind. Reread all the tests, weighed the pros and cons, tried to be rational. But can we be rational when we talk about passion? Of course not. Then one day, the click took place in the form of a phone call from Michael.
- They have received the new Kawasaki! You would see! She is great!! Michel said without even a hello. Come see it and drink a beer!
Kevin jumped on his 500 and headed for the concession. Arriving in the parking lot, Kevin stand next to the Honda Michel, who was waiting for sitting on his Hayabusa black before the workshop. A handshake later, they entered the showroom and ..... Kevin felt his jaw fall off. It was the first time he had the opportunity approach a Kawasaki ZX10R in 2006. It was love at first sight.
- Let your office and allowed the school you will. Mike said, the dealer, handing him the keys to the testing machine.
Kevin did not do again. He stepped over the machine and what struck him first and foremost, it was the lightness of the craft. Almost the same weight as his Honda. Kevin gauge nice driving position, resting on the arm but not too ...
- Good going! First and shoo! he said by way of goodbye.
A half hour later, Kevin brought the bike, all hot and vibrant at the door of the workshop to Michel who smiled knowingly.
- Go ... And tell me the truth eh?
- Yeah ... It is quite far from what I know, but not bad. Kevin admitted with an air that was meant detached. But it was useless. His friend knew him too well and knew he was hooked.
Two hours later he went back home with him in the head to take a decision: a choice between faithful companion a bit rustic but reliable or capricious mistress volcanic ....? Kevin
studied all night flyers Kawasaki, learning by heart all the hackneyed clichés of marketing for the Japanese brand. It was just a glance and a short gallop of half an hour to go to hell all that rational analysis was able to construct for months to choose the chosen one among the super sports of all brands.
Barely two days of discussion had passed, he returned to see her future and sign the purchase order.
is why this morning, the garage door would open for the last time the brave little twin. For the last time he would insert the key into the barrel of Neiman shaky. For the last time he tickles the starter button on a specific code known only to himself, as a sacred ritual the gods of the mechanism to give life to the two parallel pistons. This morning marked the beginning of the real-life biker Kevin Ouèche-Magueul. It would finally ride a machine worthy of him. Distinguish themselves from ordinary mortals. Exist finally has his eyes like those of others.
Gaillard as a rat in a cheese, he came down the stairs four at. His breakfast was comprised of a cup of coffee and glances at his watch every ten seconds waiting for the opening hour of the concessionaire. Three days earlier he had calculated how long it would take for the journey home - concession. Motorcycle, at nine o'clock in the morning he put thirty minutes to travel the distance. The dealership opened at nine o'clock, he was en route to half past eight.
Kevin, atheist, began to beg God to open the hourglass of time to elapse and the silica crystals faster. To beguile the time who decided not to accelerate. Accelerate! Just this term brought him back to the bike, he decided to change her bedclothes. It had been three weeks since the signing of the order, it tacky sheets of moist and strange dreams where he rode pell mell his Honda, Lynn, the tall blonde he had noticed at Macumba Night Fever and the object of his desires would have it in less than an hour.
Tapping the pillow to put in place the pillowcase, an erotic vision seized him within a fleeting moment. He saw a pair of buttocks instead of the cushion. Buttocks that could only belong to Lynn, he knew by heart from the time he looked furtively.
Kevin then went to the cupboard in the entrance and left a box containing the headphones that came to afford: A model Arai "Nakano Replica". He unwrapped the protective cover of his helmet and proceeded to change the translucent visor by another, a model smoked. He then took down a peg his new leather jacket and connected to the larger size pants that went with a zipper, became combination. A deluxe model kangaroo leather with shells integrated so useful to enhance its stature as an athlete.
At eight twenty-nine, he inserted the key into the Neiman. The Honda started uneventful, happy as a dog revere go for a walk while his master took him to the vet do sting.
The chrysalis was about to begin its transformation. At the height of impatience, he barely took time to warm up the Honda. He set off and slipped into the circulation.
Half an hour later, he stands his future ex-rim glass door that only a few signatures and separated him from retirement. He took off his helmet, took his keys and rushed into the store. Mike, who had seen it happen, went to meet him.
- Hello Kevin. She is ready. More than a few formalities. This sadistic
waving a bunch of keys as it holds out a carrot to a donkey to move forward. He could have presented to Kevin any paper, even his death sentence, he would have blindly signed. Explanation of credit, various papers and testimonials sign and make photocopies, Kevin still heard only bits that seemed as incomprehensible as if spoken to in eastern Balochistan. All he wanted to finish it as soon as possible and go with her beauty that was waiting in the adjacent workshop.
Kevin thought he was having a heart attack when the photocopier fell stranded in the middle of the duplication of his pay slips. He had also wanted to inflict the latest outrage was the little brown under cattle, apparently impervious to anything biker and even then not understand the importance of this long-awaited event: the reception of a new motorcycle, when she said, giggling:
- Wow, there's more ink.
She said, chewing a chewing gum mouth wide open as to complete the dying:
- And I reckon that it remains in the reserve.
Two black looks to the ruminant hair and brown a few cold sweats later, the photocopier ended his whim and all the paperwork was in order.
- We go to the workshop?
But how! It's thought that since this morning. He passed the door after Mike stays away from him not to walk on both envy was urgent.
Then he saw her. She was there. A few yards away, lying on his side falsely nonchalant. A bit like a pinup saloon when she pretends not to notice that men look.
- She's beautiful, eh?
course she was beautiful, it was his. And fast too. Finished get turned by all these queer that made him "Wabroo" red lights. Now they all crashing. Kevin
detailed dress apple green highlighted with black lacquer with textured matte in the background, the voice of the dealer who made her recommendations to break. Kevin nodded his head occasionally as if he followed what he said. He took the keys handed him a hand and placed it in the barrel of the switch and turned on the ignition. The digital display will briefly show the maximum speed: 299km / h. Kevin pressed the starter to give life to his creature: Nothing! From a smirk, Mike laid a sacrilegious hand on the switch circuit breaker of the bike, his bike, and turned. Kevin rested for the second time on the starter and a slight hum of the injection and was heard for the first time, awoke the bike. A rumbling sound promising sensations unlike any other.
Kevin put on his helmet, got the zipper of his jacket, he rolled his shoulders to build the hulls protections, grabbed his chin to adjust his helmet, lowered his visor.
He mounted his bike. He was now officially own a beautiful 2006 model Kawasaki ZX10R. Kevin set in motion the first and released the brake. With gentleness, "10" began to roll into the yard to join his element: the road.
The chrysalis had disappeared. The butterfly stretched its wings to its first flight.
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