Went through hell and back with this bike. The previous owner sold it to me with a destroyed stator/flywheel (magnet fell off and grenaded in the crank case), so when the battery died so did the motor. Was a fun surprise after only owning it a few days. Did many of my first motorcycle repairs and upgrades on it.
The greatest memory I have of riding that motorcycle was the 30 hour 1200 mile round trip to NC on July 4th, 2012. I left my house in upstate NY on Tuesday the 3rd around 6pm and arrived at around 9am July 4th. The bike had a small tank (2.9 gallons I think), and if ridden conservatively could get 50mpg. At highway speeds, that dropped to about 36mpg so I'd have to stop every 100 miles or so to top off. I can still remember the brief panic when the engine died at about 90mph on the interstate, I was in the left lane, switched it to reserve and prayed that it would re-fire before I got run over. Nothing like the highways at night, crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge/Tunnel at maybe 2am... stopping at random gas stations where only the pump was on, meeting people along the way... and the inevitable ride home in 100F+ temps with a bike that wouldn't start unless I pop-started it (turned out to be that switch at the clutch lever). The seat was insanely uncomfortable. After awhile I figured out if I put out the rear pegs and lean over the tank like a sport bike, it made the ride more pleasant. Every stop I'd slam 2 of those Arizona iced tea/lemonade combos and I never had to use a bathroom once. Made it there and back in once piece thanks to a fantastic piece of machinery that was maintained by the best motorcycle mechanic I've ever met. I sent the bike off to its new home today, but the memories will last a lifetime and I look forward to making more on my current ride, the 900 Custom.
Kawasaki rider for life.