A few weeks ago I was visiting the local retro MC shop - you know the one - with the old wood floors saturated with oil, the windows none-too-clean, the rolling stock ranging from a '63 Triumph Cub in rough shape to a Norton Commando, a nice Bonneville 650, couple of R100 airheads - you get the picture. No carpets, no soft music, and the person behind the counter is not a cute little number, unless your taste runs to middle-aged guys with dirty fingers.
Anyway, I had pedaled (Peugeot PX10) the 5 miles from Proctor to collect a crush washer to go under the plug for the hole in my LS's left head. The MA'd guy came up with the right part in about 3 seconds, and then we turned our attention to another customer's K1200.
Seems the ABS module had STB, to the tune of about $2K. And I found myself thinking, hell, that's probably half the value of my LS. I know ABS is the nuts, but where do you draw the line? At some point, it stops being a motorcycle, and starts being a serious financial liability.
What I like best about my LS is that I can tackle almost any maintenance job with a reasonably good chance of fixing it. With hand tools, and my own dirty hands. I love roaring down the road thinking, "I've had my hand on practically every part of this thing. If anything goes wrong, it's my ass."
If bolts come loose, or wires fray, or oil runs out, it's either an act of God, who does not, I believe, concern himself with old airheds, or my own damn fault.
This has made me a more cautious person in both the way I roar down the road, and the way I torque my oil drain plug.
Getting to be an old fart may have something to do with it, too
Ride like your life depended on it.