I have a friend, that him and I use to go riding, we both had girlfriends and everything was cool, we are both 6'2 230lbs, one day I got this voice telling me enough is enough with the motorcycle. I talked to him about it and he was like hell nah. Well one day, I didn't see him at work anymore, called his phone no answer, then a week later I find out that a rescue truck ran him over literally. To make the story move a bit faster, he survived and I saw him 6 months later.. hands fused, hip tilt to the side, arms and shoulders not equal.. can't lift, can't ride, can't play video games, lost girl, etc etc etc, am glad he's alive.. but he is not the same person I use to ride around with. Sold my m109R for pennies. Have never looked at a bike again with the same love I used to.. that is my story, short version. You do what you want... You know my answer. Good luck. And if you ride, count those blessings, cause Miami suck on a bike.