I found this funny photo in dad's archive. This is red bikers taking part in a parade in this town, in year 1985. They ride old soviet bikes. My big ninja will probably produce as many horsepowers as those bunch of bikes all added together.

The most exciting thing about rides in Ghosttown is to hit a red line on my bike's tacho and break this silence with roar of a wounded dinosaur and then to close throttle and listen how all those ghosts cursing 1100cc kawasaki engin.

their flags are still there. Stuff has been prepared for May 1st Labor Day parade