My First Ride with the Goddess: Breaking on the Hayabusa
Aboard the yacht, deep below deck in that surreal white bubble room. The Suzuki Hayabusa gleamed under soft lights, suspended like a dream machine. I’d just filled my glass with black forest cake at dawn, earned my collar. Now, leashed and led here by her. Heart hammering. Palms sweaty. This was it—no turning back. She…