I had to wait until I turned 25 to buy one as the insurance was prohibitively expensive. It was an awesome bike to ride and I rode it plenty. Sadly, my step brother Charlie hit a deer on SH-84 in Fremont, west of the Nimitz. He fixed it enough to ride, but by now Marie and I had purchased the Gold Wing and the Sabre was sitting. I cleaned out the garage, selling the V-65 and my CT-90 to a dealer friend of mine and I used that money to put into the DeVille.