I am fortunate that I am too poor to ever consider such a thing.
My guardian angels were certainly looking out for me the day I was picking out
my bike that fateful day in Cycle Werks of Indianapolis. April 1, 1980, if memory serves correctly. The store manager, Joe, was asking if I might consider a used S bike that was on the floor. I don't remember what was on it, I knew I wanted new, (I would be learning to be a mechanic on this bike), and being a not large person, I could be happy with a 650. And it was cheaper, and I didn't know enough about post '70 BMW's that I was offended by it's radically sleek lines. And I HAD to have the optional Euro bars!!!
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I would have to have two bikes if I had anything chain or belt drive, because I really like the relative seamlessness of the shaft.
I am so happy to have what I have. I consider it to be a great privilege. Maybe because I was foolish enough to sell it, once; and had the 2nd blessing of being able to buy it back for the same money, 6 months later, little worse for wear.
And if I ever do have a second bike, it will have a sidecar attached [smiley=evil.gif]
Can you say /2?