Okay, I'll play...
I believe it was back around 1999 or so that I first came across an article about the KLR650 online. It was a story about four friends who all owned KLRs, who got together and rode from somewhere here in the United States to the southernmost part of Chile that they could. When they got there, three of them had their bikes crated up and put on a ship to send them back to the United States. The fourth guy said screw it, and rode back while the other three flew back.
At that time, I'd been married for about nine years, I had some bills and such I was trying to pay off, and I hadn't ridden a motorcycle since about '87.
Fast forward to 2007.
I'm still working for the same company, but my bills are paid off. I'm starting to think about getting a bike, but I'm a little leery about purchasing something too big (the biggest bike I'd ridden to that point in my life was a 1971 Honda CL350). So to get back into the riding mindset, and get my skills back to where they should be, I ended up purchasing a 2007 Yamaha Virago 250 to commute back and forth on. It was a great little bike - nicknamed "Piglet" (because it wasn't big enough to qualify as a "Hog") - and it literally paid for itself by getting 75 mpg, far outdoing the 15 mpg my Dodge Ram 2500 was getting. After about four years and 7,800 miles on Piglet, I decided it was time for something bigger.
Begin the search for a KLR - or at the very least, a dual sport bike, because I'd learned to ride on enduros, and I missed the ability to just take off on dirt to see where that road went.
The KLR was definitely high on my list, because I was still paying attention to them and reading about them - and I really liked the look of the new Gen II bikes. So I did my reading, research, etc. about the KLR - as well as pricing them and comparing those prices against the other available dual-purpose bikes. I didn't like the look of the Hondas, and while I didn't mind the look of the Suzukis, there was something about the KLR that kept calling to me... I really liked the thought of the six gallon tank, and I just really liked the bike.
In September of 2012, I ended up driving 95 miles south of Tooele to Delta Sports Center in Delta, UT to make my purchase. I went for the longer drive so I could support a smaller business, and because their prices were at least $400 less than anyone in the Salt Lake Valley. Brought the bike home, and promptly fell in love with it. Sure, at times she's a bit ungainly and top heavy, but damn! I love that bike!
So here I am, almost exactly two years later, with just over 8,800 miles on the bike - and still lovin' it! I just get bummed at the thought that the weather is turning and it will soon be time to fill the tank, pour in a half can of Seafoam, ride her around for about 20 miles to get the Seafoam worked through the fuel system, and move her to a back corner of the garage until spring. Heck, as things stand now, I'm often the only bike parked in the "Motorcycle Only" parking area at work. All the Harley riders apparently think it's too cold to be riding. Sure, it's getting into the low 40s or mid 30s overnight, which makes one direction of the commute a bit cool (I've got the cold weather gear, so I'm good), but the ride the other direction is absolutely stellar! Generally, the temp is in the 60s, and it's extremely enjoyable!