"What would normally be a drive through the country becomes a sensuous experience, with that lazy hawk gliding overhead, the sun soaked wind on your cheek - and 1100 cubic centimeters of roaring, power-laden engine hovering under the grip of your hand, trembling beneath the sole of your boot, ready to propel you down that infinite, winding ribbon of American blacktop. Muscle and Zen. Power and peace. Aloneness and oneness."
- Gayle Worland, Washington Post.