the winter of 99 was filled with anticipation after seeing it in person oct 99... the 12r had a sewer pipe for an exhaust... and Gadson was streetracing the hell out of 2 of them...lol.
I knew it was my next bike, as I was on my 2nd ZX-11. My buddy was a salesman at the stealership and he got the first red one they received. I outran the cops and had to hide it in another buddies garage the first night he had it

. I had rode it earlier that afternoon, but wanted more seat time on it. We all met up that night, went riding, and on a fuel stop my buddy and I swapped bikes. Long story short, 3 went to jail (him being one of them), and 3 got away. It was love at first felony for me, that was April 15th 2000, I can easily remember because it was my oldest son's first birthday.
Even though earlier that day, I threw my kid a hell of a Birthday party........I rented a place, had a ton of family and friends over, lots of food and drink, way too many gifts, professional photographer, folks videotaping the festivities.......the whole enchilada, I jumped the shark that night...
A phone call near midnight 'splaining my situation to the wife overspent what few brownie points I had, by a large margin.....but I digress....
Fast forward to September, mentally shot, sleep deprived, and a day after we buried one of the best friends I ever had. I made the poor decision to ride instead of rest. The plan all along was get to the cabin, unload....and chill. 15 minutes after arrival, Gatlinburg bound,......an additional 15 minutes later....my trip was over.
My wife, my parents, and Big Mike's dad said game over, your riding days are over.
As soon as a nigga's check from State Farm came in the mail........straight to the dealership

, still battered and bruised. My wife refused to take me, so I called one of my buddies that hated my wife. (always follow a haymaker with an uppercut boys) $9500 plus tax, and one of the BEST decisions I ever made.
Then somehow I ended up here, and again one of the best decisions I've ever made.
