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As I fired up the Ninja for the first time, the sound at idle was a bit underwhelming. But one solitary redline twist let loose that typically-multi howl and put a smile on my face. The clock ticked a few times and I found myself introducing virgin knee sliders to the beckoning tarmac. Briefly at first, but as the Ninja egged me on, for seconds at length, the longest grazes in the history of my life. And between corners I couldn't help but give myself imaginary pinches. Indian motorcyclists have waited for this bike to arrive forever now, and here I was having the time of my life, confirming the Ninja's arrival in India. Red letter day in India's motorcycling calendar? You bet!
Ninja. Say the word aloud a couple of times. It's got a certain something to it, doesn't it? For normal folks, it might conjure up images of a black-clad masked fighter in the dark, invisible to the eye, except for a glint of metal aimed solely at drawing blood. For motorcyclists, the word symbolises a breed of legendary mad machines that have become part of motorcycle folklore. And they can't be anything but that green. Kawasaki is responsible for making that seductive hue of green synonymous with the word 'ninja.' Never mind that no self-respecting covert Japanese warrior would be caught dead clad in that shade.
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