Decisions, decisions

After my daughter Trina moved to Salt Lake City, my ZX-14 sat in the garage. I had carved all of the local canyons too many times already and my 186-MPH-right-off-the-showroom-floor Ninja was just a speeding ticket waiting to happen. It was a good, solid bike that taught me to respect it’s unending takeoff power. When … Continue reading Decisions, decisions