Kawasaki ninja h2r>>>>>>>

I started my engine again, the roar of a wide-open throttle, the robust, throaty growl of a big V-twin, the thrumpy exhaust notes of a vintage classic, just some of the motorcycle sounds. Whether it’s the engine noise, the gears shifting, the tire-pavement interactions, body vibrations, or maybe even some familiar rattling, my motorcycle, produced the even pitch and volume of an electric bike’s gear set, making a faint mechanical whine which escalates with speed. I leaned over and flipped his killswitch also, a smirk etched on her face, hidden by my helmet. I speed up, the green light present. i love to dream.