Bought me a Busa. Received it yesterday. Threw my right leg over the saddle for the first time, fired it up, blipped it down the driveway and came back an hour later grinning from ear to ear. It didn't matter that I repeatedly smashed the family jewels against the tank as I cut off the throttle when coming to stops. It's my fault, I have to learn gentility. The throaty rush, the feel, the knowledge of what I'm straddling. Got me a Busa