168,000 Baht. A bargain, I though, not knowing that I would possess the devil's own motorbike. It was a 2009 Kawasaki ER6N. Money changed hands and I was left with an immaculate motorcycle and a grin that reached from ear to ear. That grin was very short-lived, however, as one of my friends (with more motorcycling experience than me) parked it into a concrete lamppost at speed, putting himself in the hospital and, more importantly, writing-off my new pride and joy. All within four hours of my official ownership. I might add.

I spent my nights slaving away in my poorly lighted and ventilated shack, relentlessly getting my Kawasaki ER6N back into a ride-able state, with no money from insurance, no money from the hospitalized friend; working extra hours just to hear the engine roar into life once again. So there I stood, four months later, minus a good amount of money and without girlfriend pressing that starter button. I had my dream motorcycle back and full-face smile appeared once again.

The devil intervened again and, after just a few months of happy biking, I catastrophically blew a conrod through the side of the engine, simultaneously coating my tires with oil and filling my pants with the brown slipper stuff. That was it, I'd had enough of this motorbike... I sold it.

With all repairs it should have been cheaper if I bought a brand new Kawasaki ER6N at the dealer, that would have been accompanied with 1-year all-risk insurance...

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168,000 Baht. A bargain, I though, not knowing that I would possess the devil's own motorbike. It was a 2009 Kawasaki ER6N. Money changed hands and I was left with an immaculate motorcycle and a grin that reached from ear to ear. That grin was very short-lived, however, as one of my friends (with more motorcycling experience than me) parked it into a concrete lamppost at speed, putting himself in the hospital and, more importantly, writing-off my new pride and joy. All within four hours of my official ownership. I might add.

I spent my nights slaving away in my poorly lighted and ventilated shack, relentlessly getting my Kawasaki ER6N back into a ride-able state, with no money from insurance, no money from the hospitalized friend; working extra hours just to hear the engine roar into life once again. So there I stood, four months later, minus a good amount of money and without girlfriend pressing that starter button. I had my dream motorcycle back and full-face smile appeared once again.

The devil intervened again and, after just a few months of happy biking, I catastrophically blew a conrod through the side of the engine, simultaneously coating my tires with oil and filling my pants with the brown slipper stuff. That was it, I'd had enough of this motorbike... I sold it.

With all repairs it should have been cheaper if I bought a brand new Kawasaki ER6N at the dealer, that would have been accompanied with 1-year all-risk insurance...

I never let ANY of my friends ride my bike, unless they have first class insurance (and a good paying job)

Same same goes for me riding their bikes

Nothing like a crashed bike (or car) to sress a friendship

Some things are just not made to "share"

They say 'borrow' gives 'sorrow', and with lending your motorcycle in Thailand, where not everybody has insurance to cover stupidity, sorrow is often what you're left with if something happens with your motorcycle...