Well, he's doomed now. From here out, his life will be one of riding endlessly trying to duplicate that strange noise and figure out where it's coming from, attempting to get the elusive 50 MPG he's heard of on this forum, constantly surfing the web for farkle after expensive farkle, sitting up until 2:00 am ordering cool stuff from
www.murphskits.com, writing checks to Steve in Sunny Florida for the latest performance increasing mod, sketching out his own designs for cool things he wants to add (or subtract) in hopes of turning an already-great bike into the perfect machine (never happen, but he can dream). Soon he'll be middle-aged (or worse) with his face permanently contorted into an idiot grin as he flies down the road, wondering...."Does it get any better than this?"
He's doomed, man, doomed.