You will ride secure in the
knowledge that if needs
must, you can hose most
everything on the road in
a straight-line duel. It’s
wonderful knowing that
It is an unalloyed thrill to ride. You will never
once wish it had more of anything anywhere.
You will ride secure in the knowledge that if
needs must, you can hose most everything on
the road in a straight-line duel. It’s wonderful
knowing that. You may never actually do that.
But it’s so very satisfying knowing you can.
I think that’s the H2SX’s greatest appeal.
The sheer perversity of the concept – a
supercharged touring bike – which feels
perfectly normal, easy and pleasurable to
ride (even though there is always the feeling
of immense potency at the throttle), until you
want it to leave earth’s gravity. Because it will.
And then you’re no longer touring.
You are now transcending.
Your mind is trying to cope with the rate of
acceleration. You know you’re going to jail if
they catch you, and you keep forgetting to
breathe… but you keep on that throttle, rolling
the dice and hoping they’re not around the
next bend, or just over the rise. Who knows,
maybe they will look at the panniers and think
their speed detection device is defective.
Which is really your only hope.
Thank you, Kawasaki. Thank you for building
such a thing. The world, if it’s not to disappear
up its own nanny-bottom, needs more things
like this.
We live in a world which slowly seems to be
having all the fun leeched out of it in the name
of bastard safety. If this was Europe and there
were autobahns, the H2SX would be a no-
brainer purchase. Munich to Berlin (580km) in
maybe three hours, maybe even less – yeah,
you’d just have to have some of that.
But here in Oz and NZ? Well, like any right-
thinking bloke, you’d just have to pick your
time and place.
And go touring on a motorcycle.
This wonderful, awe-inspiring, supercharged
motorcycle.
KIWI RIDER 107