Motorcycling, and the machines we share it with, are an essentially irrational pursuit. They are about emotion and philosophy, speed and poise, more than they are about fuel economy and weight, horsepower and ground clearance. Whenever someone asks me what bike they should get, I always tell them to get something that turns their crank. "If you're going to do something irrational", I always say, "at least get the joy out of it. Don't neuter your passion". So I'm surprised that I fell into the numbers trap. I saw the 950 Superenduro, I wanted the 950 Superenduro, and I talked myself out of it. "It doesn't have the fuel range". "It's got way too much horsepower and weight for the riding I prefer". "It's neither here nor there, neither a capable dirtbike nor a flexible adventure tourer". Call accounts receivable, my boss must miss me. Finally, curiosity killed the cat. I rode one at a clinic in SoCal, and came back talking so fast that Walker had to hit me upside the head. I rode one again in AZ and couldn't get an intelligible sentence out for 10 minutes. I got the chance to own one, and I didn't hesitate. Now I understand. What makes this bike fun is wretched, wasteful, excess. It's about going to full throttle and getting scared, guaranteed, every time. It's about wheelies at 90mph on the way to the trail, and passing a KX450 once there. It's about going as fast as my 525 would, and having 3 gears left. It's about spinning the tire right now, any time, any place. In short, the business of the Superenduro is peeling your cheeks back into a grin that you hold so long it hurts. I'll use this thread to chronicle my ownership and modifications, to muse about the bike, and to compare notes with other SE owners. Please feel free to chime in with comments, questions, and stories.