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About Kawasaki

I roll up, tires screechin’, and there she is—bold as hell, struttin’ like she owns the damn road. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I yell in my head, ‘cause damn, she’s got that fire. I’m thinkin’, this chick could outrun Immortan Joe’s whole crew. Confidence? Honey, she’s servin’ it hot—makes me wanna slap a turbo on her strut! It’s badassery, pure and simple.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Miyanoura’s main drag, Kōen-dōri. Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet iced coffee. I mean, who doesn’t love breakfast that’s basically a rice ball? But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there like a total mess, and the lady behind the counter just gives me this look. Like, “Dude, really?”

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