Saw some similarities in your history, so I figured I'd nudge you toward our Italian friend.
Coming from an '03 Fireblade, took me a year and a half to make the plunge into my Italian roots and invite this Italian home. Let's just say that my dear Japanese friend sits in the garage, all alone, looking longingly at me when I return with the fiery Italian, hoping that some day I'll tire of such favoritism.
Recently, my Fireblade put a rusty nail in the Italian's rear (who else could have done it?), so while the Italian was getting a tire replaced, I was back on Old Faithful. Ahh, mid-range Torque (ported and polished), trunk space, easy starting, back to the good ol' days...TIL the Italian called my up and said two little words...so simple...no begging...just "
" and "I'm ready..."
Well, needless to say, the Fireblade is once again awaiting that moment.
So what about the old "good for the track but not for the street?" comment?
Well, can't argue that if your commute is city riding, you may need to do a walk-through of your local hospital's BURN unit and Orthopedic unit (specializing in wrists)
...BUT after ~5500 miles, with 600 miles in 2 days, I'm more hooked than ever.
How about ergonomics? Arguably, the Fireblade has ergonomics down pat. Honda just knows how to make a Superbike feel comfy (road to LA no problem), but this here Italian lets me commute 40 minutes each way without punishing me. Wrists are fine and, more importantly, back is happy--even happier than on the Fireblade--despite multiple spine/pelvic fractures a few years ago.
Perfect bike? Of course not. But here are a few perspective questions:
Would you rather stuff groceries in a Ferrari Enzo, or evenly space them in a Ford Econoline van?
Would you rather fill up more often in Bugatti Veyron, or poke past the gas stations in a Prius?
Would you rather wear earplugs in a Lambo Aventador, or enjoy
Mozart in a Hyundai Equus (now we're hitting home, Tim
Mozart)?
& last one, Would you rather feel like your body, soul, and spirit (and right thigh and foot) are on fire on this Italian superbike, or be sheltered from the outside world in a Volvo station wagon?
Do your research, ask your questions, make your lists of pros and cons, but don't be surprised if the Star Trek Borg mantra begins to echo in your ear...Resistance is futile...resistance is futile...resistance is futile...
And, TimMozart, we won't be surprised if one of your next posts is...
...Hey, guys, just wanted to let you know...I got it.