My 2004 R6.

I loved that bike, especially with the all-white Sharkskinz body-work and the "hey, at least I'm trying to LOOK legal" ATV headlamp. It was my 3rd bike but it somehow connected to me more than any other, before or since. Maybe it was where I was at in my life or maybe it was my "Christine" (damn thing did seem to try to kill me while being nearly un-killable itself)
In the 18mo I had that bike I put 30k miles on it. I rode it EVERY day, rain or shine; school, work, trips to see family, and club riding every Sunday, year round. I took almost monthly trips from SLO to SF/Sac, Vegas, Tahoe, Yosemite, Portland, etc. Those miles were also including 50-60 track days and it always ran like a swiss clock; never complaining or giving me problems like other bikes/brands have, despite the beatings and hard riding I put it through.
Hwy 58, on our way back to SLO from Bakersfield
Another shot, just off of hwy 58, in our middle-of-nowhere wheelie spot
Hwy 58 ended up being the first "death" of that bike.... I forgot which corner we were on and came into a 25mph decreasing radius turn at.... much, much faster than 25. First and only time dragging elbow... was ok until just before the exit when my "drift" finally touched the paint and it washed out from under me, launching the bike off this cliff
And after 5-6 guys dragged it back up, this is how the poor gal looked
We managed to breath new life into her as a streetfighter
And to my surprise I loved its new look
8 months later saw the death of her, and almost (briefly, actually) me. 20-somethig me had a (even thicker) head than I do now. Met some friends for my last hurrah before giving up the street to go track/racing-only reminded (taught?) me why you never ride/play like it's your last hurrah....
