I actually bought this fancy schmancy little Honda in Utah about a week before we moved out to Colorado. My brother Jake found it for me in St. George and hauled it up for me. When he pulled up and unloaded the bike, I was a bit overwhelmed and couldn't help but question what the heck I was doing. I had very little motorcycle riding experience, and the experience I did have included me laying the motorcycle down on a dirt road at about 50 mph. I slid on my stomach with my hands out in front of me and the bike on my legs for like 30 yards. As I lay there, some people in a campsite on the side of the road just looked at me. I'm sure they were laughing. I think I still have some gravel in the palms of my hands.
All in all, I think the bike's been a good purchase. I pay about 6 bucks every two weeks for gas which is nice. I get 60 miles to the gallon on this hog. I've only almost died twice, once by a dumb school bus that decided to merge into my lane, but because of my cat-like reflexes I avoided disaster. Let's hope no one decides to run me over...knock on wood.