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This is my first official thread in xbhp, it took me 2 years and my borthers new FZ1 to start a thread.
The R1 took her cloths off, then came the naked FZ1.
PART 1
My bro booked the FZ1 about 45 days back. we were always confused, which color we would buy, we were split between white and black. After some long heated discussions, discussing the pros and cons of both the colors finally settled for the color white. Booked the baby and then there was the wait. Many a sleepless nights later we finally got the call, that the bike was dispatched from delhi, and just 6 more days seperated us from being with her. We literally counted the minutes, the days were juts not moving along. It was just as if we were trapped with Neo in the Matrix. Somehow we managed to hang on to our sanity and the sixth day passed. No call from the dealer, we just waited for the phone to ring just like a love mitten girl, expecting the guy to call back after the not so great first date. Finally when we were about to get moving to the dealers, my bro got the call, the babe was here. Bursted out through the front door, got in the car, floored the right pedal, it felt as if even the CR-V wanted to meet her, the car was flying. Reached the showroom, looked around, did not find her, asked around for her like a frantic boyfriend searching for his long lost love, the sales guy pointed to a small truck, a TATA 407 parked with the rear door open. We peered in, it was pitch black, and just we were about to call out for the sales guy, we could just make out the silhouette of a big box, my camera flashed for a split-second, and we lay our eyes for the very first time on the babes cage. There she was all caged, boxed up in the back of the truck, the box had an eerie look, just like a poor old Mexican who was trying to get to other side of the border. The silence was broken when the sales guys shouted out to 2 guys and asked them to unload the carton. They carefully pushed her out from the truck and place her on the floor, my bro looked visibly happy, smiling and giggling like a 7-year old girl on her birthday. The guys from the showroon carefully unwrapped her, all under our very watchful eyes. They took cardboard cover off, there she was, all glossy and made up, glowing, the naked YAMAHA FZ1. The guys took the cage off of her, fixed the front tire, freed her from the long captivity she had to undergo from Shizouka, Japan to Kochi, India. There she was all ready to tear up the streets....to be continued...!!! end of part 1
sorry for the bad quality pics, forgot to take the camera in the frantic mad rush to the dealer.
This is my first official thread in xbhp, it took me 2 years and my borthers new FZ1 to start a thread.
The R1 took her cloths off, then came the naked FZ1.
PART 1
My bro booked the FZ1 about 45 days back. we were always confused, which color we would buy, we were split between white and black. After some long heated discussions, discussing the pros and cons of both the colors finally settled for the color white. Booked the baby and then there was the wait. Many a sleepless nights later we finally got the call, that the bike was dispatched from delhi, and just 6 more days seperated us from being with her. We literally counted the minutes, the days were juts not moving along. It was just as if we were trapped with Neo in the Matrix. Somehow we managed to hang on to our sanity and the sixth day passed. No call from the dealer, we just waited for the phone to ring just like a love mitten girl, expecting the guy to call back after the not so great first date. Finally when we were about to get moving to the dealers, my bro got the call, the babe was here. Bursted out through the front door, got in the car, floored the right pedal, it felt as if even the CR-V wanted to meet her, the car was flying. Reached the showroom, looked around, did not find her, asked around for her like a frantic boyfriend searching for his long lost love, the sales guy pointed to a small truck, a TATA 407 parked with the rear door open. We peered in, it was pitch black, and just we were about to call out for the sales guy, we could just make out the silhouette of a big box, my camera flashed for a split-second, and we lay our eyes for the very first time on the babes cage. There she was all caged, boxed up in the back of the truck, the box had an eerie look, just like a poor old Mexican who was trying to get to other side of the border. The silence was broken when the sales guys shouted out to 2 guys and asked them to unload the carton. They carefully pushed her out from the truck and place her on the floor, my bro looked visibly happy, smiling and giggling like a 7-year old girl on her birthday. The guys from the showroon carefully unwrapped her, all under our very watchful eyes. They took cardboard cover off, there she was, all glossy and made up, glowing, the naked YAMAHA FZ1. The guys took the cage off of her, fixed the front tire, freed her from the long captivity she had to undergo from Shizouka, Japan to Kochi, India. There she was all ready to tear up the streets....to be continued...!!! end of part 1
sorry for the bad quality pics, forgot to take the camera in the frantic mad rush to the dealer.
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