Fizzergoo

This was my first street bike.  1993 FZR 600.  Great bike.  Very light, very flickable.  I loved to run the snot out of that thing.  Owned it for about two years.  I had a girlfriend that didn't like riding on the back so I traded for a car.  Worst decision of my life vehicle wise.  I lost the girlfriend and was reduced to riding in four wheels instead of on two.  It still makes me sick when I think of it.  My freshman year I rode this bike from Hobe Sound, Florida to Binghamton, New York.  Talk about saddle sore.  On the return trip, I was riding through a tropical depression from Richmond to Jacksonville.  It was so wet that my gloves bleached dye so much that my fingernails turned back.  The wind was so severe that my rain suite shredded at the seams (not what they are today) so badly that when I finally rode out of it in Jacksonville, I stopped at the Florida visitors welcome center and just threw it away.  Also when it rained, the wet would short something out and not allow the battery to recharge, so when I would stop, I would have to run the bike and dump the clutch to get it started again.  Those were the days.  I still miss her, the bike (the girlfriend, not so much).