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With the domination of the 250cc learner market, Kawasaki have now responded to the cry for more power whilst still keeping a learner friendly bike. The new Kawasaki Ninja 300 boasts a slightly larger increase in both Torque and Horsepower sitting at 27.0 N.m {2.8 kgf.m} / 10,000 rpm and 29.0 kW {39 PS} / 11,000 rpm.

The new Ninja’s slipper clutch will make for a nice edition to the small bike market, having been based off race activities and race slipper clutches, Kawasaki have integrated the technology into their smaller bikes to add to the whole experience and to make for a much smoother ride.

There is also the addition of ABS, designed and produced by Nissin, a leading brake design and production company, specifically for the Ninja 300. This new ABS system is a whopping 60% smaller than older Nissin ABS systems which keeps the whole system nice and compact. 

Petal disc brakes are also included on the new Ninja 300 to offer greater stopping power and excellent heat dissipation.

Kawasaki have included a lot of technology from their leading bikes, the ZX-10R and the ZX-6R such as Dual Throttle Valves which give a much better throttle response overall as well as better performance. A sleeveless aluminium die-cast cylinder weighing 600g less than the previous cylinder as well as featuring plated bores which came from both the ZX-10R and ZX-6R. 

With the introduction to the LAMS law in New Zealand, coming into effect on the 1st of October. The release of this bike should receive a welcome reception amongst the newer and learner riders, looking to either step up from a smaller bike or as a first bike.

With more companies starting to produce more “Learner friendly” bikes, such as the new Ducati Monster and Suzuki’s SV650SU, we are starting to see the implementation of more safety conscious technology and more thought put into the design process and superior parts being used to ensure that you not only have a safe ride, but a stylish and fun ride.

 All in all, the new Ninja looks promising as an all around commuter style bike with the welcome addition of extra power to help to achieve that get up and go which is needed in our everyday riding environment.

Matt Wishart

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So to kick the day off, work was going swimmingly, preparing food for the day and chopping various items with my large, sharp knife. I had a pot of butter on, simmering away when as some silly girl walks behind me and bumps into me, I knock the pot of hot butter onto my hand and in retaliation, swing wildly around with my knife and ‘accidentally’ slit this poor girls throat as she falls to the ground with a thud and warm, crimson blood soaking into my nice clean Chef’s clothes. 

I quickly realise the gravity of the situation and make my way out of there as soon as possible, I jump onto my motorbike and pin back the throttle. Then I remember to turn the bike on, and now I am off on my way to my safe house which is prepared for one such occasion as this. On the way there I stop at a set of traffic lights as a scooter rider pulls up beside me with only a bicycle helmet on and 3 small children on the back of his 50cc Zongshen scoot. 

He tries to smile at me with a large toothless grin and spits out some foreign language in an attempt to make polite conversation. Since I am not in the mood to talk I ignore him, but he persists on trying to talk to me and all I can make out from the muffled, dying dog sound coming from his mouth was “” Hello, I like your bike!” Or something along those lines, I get angry that he is still trying to talk to me so give his little scooter a swift kick with my armoured boots and watch as he slowly but surely, topples over to the ground. 

Unfortunately at this point a large bus decides to pull up beside us and… you get the idea. 

So that is my current predicament, I am typing this from the safety of an internet cafe on Queen St in Auckland city and I am sure that they will not find me here. Though there are quite a few people looking at me, but I usually get this because of my good looks. 

Oh hang on, I think they are calling the cops?! 

Will update later got to ru…

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5.30am

Before daybreak on this freezing morning Greg and I set off to Hampton Downs Raceway for the last ART day for the season. Bikes in tow with talk about fat people’s livers and we were on our merry way. Stopping off for a pie, coffee and a fuel up at the servo before we get to the track we meet up with a few more early bird bikers, one of which has decided it is to cold to ride and will soon be loading his bike onto the back of a trailer so that he can relax in the warmth of a work van, laden with biking needs.

Once we set up and go through scrutineering, sign in and gear check we await the call for the track walk. Lines of excited bikers wait at the track entry and we are soon stopping at each corner and checking them out. Since my bike doesn’t have a stand attached to it, I have to lie it up against the tyre wall’s and barriers that line the track and unfortunately pick up a large amount of mud on my tyres which I have to try hard to scrub off before we enter back into the pits and am very tempted to just let out a huge standing burnout, but refrain from my urges as I can’t be bothered being told off so early on in the day.

Session 1 and we are all systems go, it is a pretty slow pace to begin with as the majority of us have never done the track before and are trying to get acquainted to it as soon as possible. I pass around 6 riders who are dawdling along and start to pick up my pace a little but as soon as we had started, the finishing flag hangs lazily from the start grid and we make our way back into the pits.

Now before we go out for the second session, rain starts to piss all over the lovely track and what we are left with is a nice slippery surface on which we now have to navigate. Normally I am fine in wet weather but my tyres were starting to get a little old and harden up so gave me the feeling of riding on ice for the entire session which wasn’t pleasant. Expecting the tyres to give at any second, left me riding like a nana around the track. As I enter into one tight corner and am leant over slightly my rear tyre steps out for a second or so, but it quickly resumes it’s place in line with the front and I am off down the straight. I could feel the bike edging out from underneath me on every turn and it consumed my mind leaving me with little concentration on what I was actually doing which was kind of dangerous as we will soon find out.

As I am coming out of turn 5 which drops 8 metres in a decreasing radius style corner I then power onto the short straight, reaching around 170km/h when the bike that was close in front of me decides to slam on his brakes for whatever reason, leaving me to quickly shut off the throttle and grabbing a little too much front brake. That in itself is a big no-no as it upsets the bike considerably and will no doubt cause the front to lock up…which it did. The front tyre violently moves from the left to the right and then suddenly grips on the tarmac causing it to catapult into the  air and land back down with a heavy thud and leaving me with the bewilderment and confusion that I am still up on two wheels and now coming up to the long sweeper which I need to prepare myself for.

As that session finishes, I put my bike up onto the stands and I then go and have a much needed cigarette as I miss half of the debrief. My nerves aren’t too happy at this current point in time and I await session 3, hoping that it will not bear the same, if not worse results.

Session 3 goes rather well, and I start to get the hang of the slippery slopes and smoothness on the bike and start to work on each corner, getting progressively faster as I go.

By Session 4, the track was finally dry and I could have a little bit more fun and give it some gas around the corners without fear of it dropping out from underneath me, started to link up some corners but I am still a fair way away from mastering this track. It is a busy circuit with camber and height changes and many decreasing radius corners and a double apex corner. You don’t have much time to think before the next corner jumps out at you and to combine that with 20 other bikes whizzing around on all sides of you, if keeps the body and mind very busy.

The track layout.

Now that I can get my license back after a painful 3 months, I may as well buy a road bike so that I don’t have to bus everywhere (Major pain in the ass.) So, lacking the funds to have both a race bike and a road bike, I must sell my beloved SV650.

But I think that if I can save up enough coin in the next 5 months before the start of the season, I might be able to get a new race bike and enter into the Pro-Twin series and work my way up to the top. Just looking to iron out my riding habits now and really start to learn about the bike but that shall have to wait.

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My new song, I’m the one singing.

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Photos remain property of both Highside Photography and Zoompics.

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The second video is me trying out my mates Daytona 675, it was amazing! With an extra 40 odd horsepower I had the front wheel lifting up down the back straight at 230km/h.

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I feel like writing a short story since I can’t ride at the moment, will write a couple of chapters at a time and see how long I can draw it out for. Wish me luck as my hope is to get this Freshly Pressed.

Chapter 1:

The morning sun is starting to rise over the distant hills, far-away trees illuminated by the warm glow. The sky is painted in a deep blue, small whiffs of clouds hovering overhead and birds of all shapes and sizes fly above, emitting their morning call.

A deep rumble cuts through the crisp air, the monotonous bah-bah-bah from the powerful engine, hanging like the early morning fog around the bike, steam rises from the race-can, giving the impression of a dragon, ready to decimate it’s foes. The matte black fairings hug the bike and the sunrise gleams in the mirrored visor of the rider who sits atop the tuned beast.

He clicks it down into gear and with a twist of the throttle, the bike launches into the distance, rear tyre spinning with a cloud of smoke and drifting out onto the cold tarmac beneath the rubber. The roar from the engine penetrates the picturesque scene and echoes throughout the hills. The wind pushes against the rider and as he pushes on the bars going into corners, the bike settles down and grips the road with what seems like an unbreakable bond, his knee scrapes the road as the bike pivots through the canyon. Coming up to a tight corner, he gradually pulls on the front brake, getting harder and harder and the weight lifts from the rear and the front of the bike loads up as he approaches the corner, lifting off the front brake he locks his leg into the tank and leans out, feathering the throttle and kicking it down gear by gear, maintaining traction little by little.

He is getting faster and faster as the bike and him become one, corner after corner and the constant rise and fall of the engine revs. It seems like nothing can stop him now, moving like a bat out of hell he tears through the canyon, alone and alive he is on fire, with not a worry in the world. With a glance in the mirror he notices the flash of a headlight, quickly gaining on him, he looks back to the road in front of him and picks up his pace, barely braking into corners, he looks to carry as much speed as he can through each corner. The rear tyre starts to break free on the corners from the enormous amount of stress being placed on the tyre, as this happens he weights the outside peg and drifts it around each corner, but yet, he can still not lose this light behind him. The engine is screaming out in ecstasy as he pushes it harder and harder, as he comes up the a tight decreasing radius corner he pulls hard on the brakes and drops off his speed, kicking down a few gears and breaking the rear tyre loose and drops once again into the corner.

The light behind him comes up beside him like a shadow into light and moves around the outside of him, they are almost touching as they scrape through the corner and into the next one,  the shadow rider pulls ahead of him and blocks off his line into the next corner, forcing him to brake early and adjust his line, bewildered by this mysterious rider that has just overtaken him. He follows the rider through the next corner, slowly losing ground as he tries to push harder and harder, riding at 100% of his ability to try to match the other rider.

As he comes into the corner before the one way bridge he looks to go around the outside of the other rider, dropping in later than his competition, pegs scraping the ground in a flash of sparks, it is now that he realises that he won’t make this corner and tries to turn even tighter, much of his body is now close to the ground that is sweeping by, at what seems like the speed of light. His peg digs into the road and before he can realise, the bike digs down and flicks him off.

Tumbling through the air like a rag-doll with the bike following him like a dog and his master. The ground seems so far away now and he is hoping to land on something soft, though in this canyon, it is unlikely that he will find anything resembling soft. He falls back down the the ground and just before he hits, he comes into contacts with the branches of a nearby tree, limbs flailing he now falls to the ground with a loud thud and the crumpling of bones throughout his body, he lies there alone yet alive, on fire with the rise and fall of his chest as he loses conciousness.

The other rider notices he has come off and returns as soon as possible, he sees the bike strewn across the road like an abstract painting and hears the muffled moans of the rider he passed earlier. He pulls out his cellphone and tries to call an ambulance but as he goes to dial he realises that there is no reception this far into the canyon, with no help to arrive he removes his helmet and makes his way down the bank to where the body lies, twisted and beaten, alone but still alive…just.

 

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