A Love Letter to My 2007 Kawasaki Ninja 250
Somewhere in a musty garage basement in northern Pennsylvania, my 2007 Kawasaki Ninja 250, silver with a few small red stripes on its cowling, sits collecting dust. I miss her. She deserves far better than this, and someday soon I'll give it to her: open roads dappled in spring sunshine, screaming lunges out of tight twisting corners, highway cruises where she can yell as loud as she likes. She's just a little thing, but ccs don't mean anything to me. I ogle Ducatis; she doesn't mind. Our relationship is not about displacement.