New toy: 2007 Yamaha R6

Just picked this up a few days ago and snapped a few shots (nothing crazy).

The R. I hated my bike when I was in Europe racing. I Swear she was possessed. I hated every minute of riding her, what she made me become.
She sat in the trailer waiting for me to put away my crosser, my race bike, my love. She would just sit there motionless, watching every move I made, hearing every word I uttered in complete silence. Leaving the garage for the house, a shower and a cold beer I could hear her call to me, ever so nicely at first, sweetly, lovingly like the true temptress she was. I would ignore her calls to me for what seemed like hours, getting louder and more desperate as time went by. she would continue to call to me, tempt me, seduce me, I am a man after all and can only take so much, so eventually I would let her out of the her prison, the locked trailer after days on end.
Opening the garage door, letting her feel the warmth of the Spanish sunshine I would give her a slight tickle and she would roar to life, barking like an angry rotty breathing fire from her pipes and sounding her disapproval for being imprisoned while the dirt bike had all of my attention. Holding her tightly I would guide her through the city to out where only she could play. Feeling the winding twisting roads beneath her rubber she threw herself at the corners, unleashing her power and agility to anyone who cared to watch.
She was possessed, stepping out through the turns drifting around the passes raising hell with the white line. I hated this bike; I hated what she made me do. I hated the fact that whenever I threw my leg over her bodywork, her curves would embrace me. I hated the fact she raised my heart rate every time I rode her. I hated not having the self control to control myself around her. I need help; to this day she demands my time. She makes me every bit want her, leaving all good things behinds she takes control of my mind, body and soul. Right now she is home with me, patiently waiting for my recovery to be over to again tear up the bitumen.
Looking at your bike, with so casual a shot I can see underneath that plastic and alloy lays a temptress. I warn you now my friend be careful, don’t take her anywhere where she can tempt you. Once you have crossed that line there is no turning back, and I wish you the favor of the roads to entice her to challenge your spirit turning you into one forever owned by the R.
I guarantee you will hate every minute of what you too will become.

On a personal note remove any mirrors you may have in your garage, the last thing you want to remember is the massive smile, the childish grin on your face when you return from being so brutally controlled.

Wow, did you write that? Very neat story and all grins I will be I'm sure.

#1 is a very good shot of it. Normally I'd suggest that you turn it off, but considering what TMCCaptured wrote, it looks as if you'd better get on it quick, or it will leave without you?

That's great, & I felt much the same way about the race car. When your photographic images reflect your writing images, you'll be a force to contend with here!