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My Ninja 250
Re: A Love Letter to My 2007 Kawasaki Ninja 250
Loved the article. Such that, never in my life have I left a comment on a blog or article before. Your article wasn’t a 10-mile-long rant, nor was it a paragraph leaving 99 percent to the imagination. It was the perfect length for an acute, refined series of thoughts on the bike.
I always liked bikes but never thought of touching one. In early 2007, I bought mine on a whim from a coworker. A 2004 in that hideous “midnight blue” color that deep down, everyone knew was actually purple. I didn’t care. Soon as I purchased gear and took the MSF, I started riding, and despite working full time and having a full load of classes, I rode a good 150 miles a week.
The 250 kept me alive and interested in living enough that I didn’t drop out of school even at my lowest. At one point, my parents separated, my girlfriend at the time dumped me two weeks after using me for a student loan co-signer, and I made my first C. I left work one Friday evening and took a scenic route from TN to Tybee Island. I spent about 30 minutes looking out at the water from the pier when a woman walked up and said, “I don’t know why you’re here alone from Tennessee with no luggage, but I promise you it’ll be okay.” When I went home that Monday, I changed my major, got four years of school finished in five semesters, applied for the most intimidating job in my area, and somehow got an offer 10 minutes into the interview.