I fell in love with motorcycles when my dad first threw on Top Gun and I watched Tom Cruise speed along a taxiing F-14 Tomcat as the sun set behind them both. It stirred something inside of me that’s never left. But it left such a mark on my psyche that when I brought home my first bike—while my parents were on vacation just as I turned 17—it had to be a Kawasaki. Now, it was a 1987 Ninja 600, not the GPZ 900 Maverick rode, but it was close enough for me.
I tell you this story to show the love I have for motorcycling and because what I’m about to say may sound somewhat disconcerting to RideApart’s regular readers, but the site is going to start changing.
