I ride bikes alot, and that one is a beauty, from an artistic point of view. I have to say, however, that whenever I see a bike on which the handlegrips are as low as the seat, my back starts spazzing just from looking at it. I have to have a sit-up-and-beg riding position or it just doesn't work for my decrepit spine.
When the Suzuki Hayabusa first came out, the price was right and I was ready for a new, sporty bike. But after sitting on one for 5 minutes in the dealership I had to abandon the idea. Which is probably a good thing, as I would get into serious trouble on a bike that quick and fast.
I wound up a couple of years later with a Triumph Speed Four, a 600-cc naked sport bike with a 14,000 rpm redline. But I drove that one too fast... and had to sell it. Now I have a Buell Thunderbolt, and it's a beauty. But it stays parked most of the time because, well, you guessed it: I drive it too fast. The State Patrol keeps giving me performance awards. So I ride Big Bertha, the GeezerGlide, and the boys in blue don't seem to notice me as much.
