At thanksgiving we have a tradition shared by many. We go around the table and profess our blessings. As we went around the table, it hit me that one of the greatest motorcycles ever designed will die in just 1 month. A mechanical masterpiece that fought the good fight for more than 2 decades. In those 2 decades, she never faced a foe that didn't respect her. And in the end what sustained her was not her mind blowing speed, but her all around great personality and absolutely bulletproof heart.
Now we are at the end. In a month the last Hayabusa will be sold. Her reign ended unceremoniously by a regulatory noose, and the neglecting betrayal of her creator. I am thankful that a Hayabusa ever managed to sneak through the corporate marketing guys, and that big brother let her live for 20 years. I'm thankful to have one of these bikes, a magnificent athlete now frozen in time.
I asked Santa for a Gen 3, maybe a child's fairy tale is all we have left to believe in.
Now we are at the end. In a month the last Hayabusa will be sold. Her reign ended unceremoniously by a regulatory noose, and the neglecting betrayal of her creator. I am thankful that a Hayabusa ever managed to sneak through the corporate marketing guys, and that big brother let her live for 20 years. I'm thankful to have one of these bikes, a magnificent athlete now frozen in time.
I asked Santa for a Gen 3, maybe a child's fairy tale is all we have left to believe in.