My missus actually wants me to have one of these and, spend money on it, get it so it looks nice, and (best of all) I never have to sell it. Its the bike I had when I met her. First time she ever got on any bike at all, she got on, said "its not that bad" I took off and went from Stoke to the services on the M5 where the M50 meets it without stopping. She was sort of shell shocked by the time we got there (it was a "busy" trip), and climbed back on after fuelling up with a sort of automatic "mind in neutral" look on her barely visible face. We then rode to Pembrey circuit without stopping, and put a tent up at some rally or other and I proceeded to let her see all the stupid sides of me I could muster. It didn't work, she still married me in the end. Now I need an FZR1000, I would buy my own back, but ive heard the guy uses it for racing, so im not likely to get that back cheaply.