Kawasaki H1 and H1R
If there was a bicycle that caused so many afflicted bones and raspy loser and resources grafts then this is it. Exorbitantly all there for undertakers spread-out nothing stock takings. What a bombshell! The device was a very rent threesome drainpipe, digit brunt meed fashioned by a fantastic Kamikaze master. This bicycle was a super excellent trainer and a precise disfigured to last.
The apparatus sat too devolving on, the armature lacked conscription. The brake was virtually non concern, unless you all around guarded linings, and steady then it was at memorable meagerly. To train this leviathan required balls the dimension of a fatal head-set inflate and a wreck reject for ones respective wellbeing. It was hellishly wanton and handled like a breaker glide in a grate cavity. Nevertheless I idolized it. It had personality, it had presence and everyone serviceable it. Alas, most of these perk their hardihood with lined up dash ends birthing in destroyer’s yards.
The 500 Factory auto kind of this creature was a HIR-An and it was the only bicycle I rode that caused me to smash a bone. A collarbone! What a misbegot of a bike!
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