It's that time again... Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of motorcyles. I've owned several sportbikes, the first two were destroyed by idiot drivers (one while parked, one at very low speed), each helping to pay for the next. My third bike was almost unbearable to ride, a 1993 GSXR750. The ergonomics were all wrong for me. The worst part is that I never felt fully in tune with it. A few weeks before my first big road trip, I sold it and bought a 1988 Yamaha FZR400. Certainly not a touring bike, but it served me well. The last day of the trip I road for 27 hours straight (about 18 hours of actual saddle time.) So after a four year hiatius, I'm back in the market for a new (to me) bike. I've been pouring over the internet/magazines/newsgroups mentally testdriving every bike against the other. I've spent practically every free moment thinking about them. I don't know what it is about my personality, but when I'm going to buy something big, I go into full obsess mode. Maybe it's because I want to get the most for my money... but i really think it's almost more fun than reality. Right now I'm not thinking about filling out more insurance paperwork, fixing siezed chains, my sore neck/back/ass, or worrying about patches of loose gravel. In my brain it's always 318 turns in 11miles Deal's Gap.