Semi-related note. My boyfriend, when we had been dating about a month, told me one morning that we had moved the R3 to the other side of his driveway the night before so that he could get the compressor out of the garage. Almost blew as gasket, then told him that I love the R3 more than anything else and to pllleeeaaaasse let me know before touching it again.
Not my husband, not your property, folks. Most of the time, I only want people to touch my bikes if they are getting on it to go somewhere with me. Ah.... cathartic venting. feels good.