I popped into a dealership today, for reasons entirely unrelated to motorcycle buying, and I saw this 2005 Kawasaki ZZR1200, just sitting there.
It is practically spotless. It has 378 miles on the odometer. They’re asking for $6k.
I can’t get her out of my mind.
Quite apart from anything else, I’ll never see another deal like this for years, if ever. How often do you run across one of the most powerful streetbikes ever made, that’s 6 years old, in perfect condition, with less than four hundred miles on the clock.
It’s like the guy has been saving it just for me. I mean, seriously, who buys a bike like this, keeps it for six years, and only rides it for 378 miles? I can’t even comprehend that mental process.
Now, I don’t need a second bike. And it’s got all the things I’ve been staying away from, i.e., chain drive, no ABS, no accessory slots for electric stuff. But there were so few of them ever sent to the US, and they’re so distinctive, it’s just calling to me. Cripes, you can’t even put bags on the thing, except for an aftermarket set of soft bags maybe.
But it’s such a sweet deal. I’ve got the money to buy it outright.
On the other hand, there’s a tiny, almost unnoticeable little dent on the gas tank. Maybe if I just keep concentrating that, and magnifying it in my mind, this insane desire will go away…
The insane desire did not, in fact, go away. I went in at 10:00am this morning and offered $5,000 out the door.
They told me to go F myself.
It turns out that they paid $4900 for it (Kelly Blue Book wholesale is only $3500), plus another $500 for reconditioning. So their lowest price is $6k + Tax, title, and license. That would bring the total price to about 6,600.
As much as I am dying to have this ZZR, I can’t pull the extra $1500 cash right now. So some undeserving bastard is gonna ride away with it.