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Viper trotted toward the foothills west of Kawasaki, his song blew back in great gusts around Cat.

Up-river from Kawasaki, he shared the grove of bare willows at the Yaguchi ford with a big bronze bell hanging under a wooden roof with upswept eaves.

It was a stripped-down Kawasaki three cylinder two-stroke, easy to handle and loud as hell.

Somehow, he managed to bring the Kawasaki to a stop without dropping her.

The ties made it a teeth-rattling ride and spread the gasoline from wall to wall before the Kawasaki sputtered to a stop.

He found him a hundred yards from the jammed building entrance, standing over a big black Kawasaki motorcycle with a futuristic, swept-wing silhouette.

The rain had stopped, and as Nicholas dismounted his Kawasaki, sunlight, pink as the inside of a seashell, streamed through a break in the clouds.

Nicholas to interview, had driven into the heart of Tokyo and the Shibaura district, pushing his modified Kawasaki hard.

He had modified the Kawasaki to be tremendously responsive to even the most minute changes in pressure on the accelerator and brakes.

Then, two-thirds of the way across the gym, he lifted the front of the bike off the floor, kicked down hard on the second accelerator he had installed himself, and the Kawasaki was launched upward.

Then the trajectory of the bike trued and he hit the window square on, the glass bursting upward as he broke through, the front wheel, then the back, landing on a grassy knoll, slipping, the bike almost skidding into a cypress tree, then the rear tire gripping and, as he kicked down the accelerator, the Kawasaki speeding off through the park, into the busy street, between the lines of traffic, far from Jochi, left in his dust in the middle of the chaotic gym.

For the moment, that was as much as Nicholas could do, and he reluctantly got back on his Kawasaki and took off.

By the time I got up the hill, the kid was jumping on a big Kawasaki two-seater and hauling ass.

On the Pacific coast, where Yokohama and Kawasaki had once been, were five Soleri structures, each twelve kilometers tall, surrounded by a hundred thousand hectares of city greenspace, then a vast jumble of townships, each following its own architectural plan, each with over ten million citizens.

Condensation had beaded on the fuel tank of the Kawasaki, so that it looked like some sort of frosted confection in the streetlight.