The Other Japanese

Its time to blog again…it seems like this blogspot account of mine as been missing a big portion of my latest action in motorcycling recently. So now here I am, in the office, during lunchtime, while waiting for my lovely finance gal Kelly to buy lunch for me, pick up the “pen” and start “writing”, updating the adventures of 2009 and 2010.

Ok where did I stop? On the CB750? Oh yes and Thailand! Well, still love the destination. Love it even when I fly there without my bike to Phuket recently with wifey to enjoy a nice weekend there.

Ok coming back to riding. Well, yes, I admit, I do not like being called an uncle…in fact, in the period of time when I was with my CB750, I grew to such paranoid of portraying an uncle image, that I promised myself, that my next ride will definitely silent those who called me an uncle…. And it was sooner then expected….

In my line of work, I have to visit some motorcycle dealers to chat up with them and follow up orders from them, at the same time, getting to know them better for my own sake, cus I will be in some point of time, their customer too. Eventually after a lot of roundings with the dealers, I eventually visited afew of my more favourite dealers more often then the others. Loois motor is one of them…

There is always an eagerness inside me, when I do the last right turn into Kaki Bukit Place where Loois Motors is located. The eagerness to know and see whats new in their showroom, especially the used bike section on the 3rd floor. Everytime, I would hope that my love for a new bike will not overcome my sense of logic (especially the logic of not wasting money)

But came this fateful Saturday. The lift opens, the always-friendly Mr Lee say hi to me and finger-pointed something in a corner of the showroom. “Just came in! Want to try a different brand?” he shouted across the showroom to me….

It was dark black with matt gold handlebar, the original headlight cowling was something out from a batman or ironman movie, upside-down forkies, the tail nicely flushed to a sharp point like a robotic wasp, not forgetting the give-away design: 4 copper aluminium straight cigerette-style exhaust sticking 2 by 2 sides.

Yes, for those knew. It was Kawasaki. The formidable Z1000R.

I have no control over myself, lose all logics discussed with Mr Lee and headed to the 5th floor for payment…that night I could not sleep, knowing that I will be shedding my uncle image soon….

well didn’t really had a good picture of my new Z with the original exhaust, cus sooner then most of you guy blinked, I have replaced them with a 4-in-1 Leo Vince SBK short tip which I could not describe how the sound can make me climax every time I blip the throttle…it always leave my trouser wet…


Remembered Lee told me to be careful with this bike, he said its not like your uncle’s CB750 and asked me to ride it with great responsibility….well I didn’t know what exactly he meant until I tried setting it free on North South a few months later…

At North South Highway, I nearly wet my pants too….but with pee this time….after I did a high speed corner at 250kph. Enuf said….Z1000R is a caged beast waiting for opportunity to be released and when it is released, prepared for the wildest ride…

The Leo Vince did not help at all in taming the wild beast but fuelled the adrenaline instead.

I remembered I was tearing down a carpark locally…was dragging to about 8,000rpm on 1st gear when I set off the alarm of a few cars parking at the side when I whizzed past….the next reaction was to look around to hope that there are no men-in-blues. Haha.

I was happy. I metaphor from an uncle to a head turner who has beast under my control. Super 4s stopped behind me at the lights, uncles stopped beside me shaking their head thinking that this bike is not for him. Gals gave me a 2nd look to prompt me to blip the throttle harder….Life is full of pride…