Good one. I went riding with my other half yesterday. Went up into the hills for a cruise and breakfast at a really cool motorcycle friendly café at Cudlee Creek (cute name but is really a corruption of the local aboriginal name for the area) before she started work. After breakfast and on the way home, she got psyched out by a tree jumping in front of her, ran wide and lay her Monster down after hitting some wet leaves. A short tumble down the road left her with broken brake levers front and back, a few scuffs on bar ends and fork and some grazing on her lid, gloves, jacket and jeans. Only injury, a sprained thumb and bruised shoulder. I'm so grateful it wasn't worse, you know? And pleased that she can see why I'm always hassling her to wear the jacket (with armour) and the gloves. She really doesn't like wearing them but after seeing the armour worn down to the Kevlar, she's seeing the point. Lucky for her, the bike was still rideable so she made it to work on time. Gotta pay for those brake levers somehow!

No, it's a Ducati Monster. Kawasaki has too many cylinders for our liking!