Well according to Suzuki, I can. Not the most macho strap line for a company selling high performance motorcycles. However this is essentially undiluted testosterone pumped through a CNC machine at a million PSI.
It’s just a big mountain bike.
It’s kind of my middle aged Ferrari meets fiscal reality fantasy. Once I find the right time to mention it to my wife (around the year 2040 after buying a new house with a swimming pool in it), other F words may follow. I’m trying to figure out how to explain the ambiguity in the phrase “No, I’ll never buy any more motorbikes now we have kids.”
I just kind of popped into the dealers and had a quick sit on one and then found out they were interest free for three years and ….. you know how these things go. Maybe I could buy it and pretend I’ve always had it. That’s got to be a flyer, surely? No?
Death by rolling pin awaits.