I have lived so many great moments of my life with that thing. About 40.000 miles ridden in just three years. That Kawasaki Z750S was a thing of beauty, a truly remarkable machine, that just wanted to keep going, no matter what.
It's never, ever let me down. Not a single moment. I went to many countries with them, with highlights being Lake Como, and the Swiss alps, as well as few trips to England.
That bike had a mind of its own, and I find myself having a shared history... with a machine.
Now, before anyone starts posting pictures of "this is the room of those who care", the reason why I'm posting is this: surely, I can't be the only one here having created kind of a "relationship" with a moving vehicle? I'd be interested to read your stories.
My bike, that bike, will be sorely missed.