After much research, my heart told me it must have a Benelli. When I was asked by a friend to help her move from New York back to Chicago, I flew there one way to drive back with her. Having located a Benelli in Harrisburg, PA, it was my intention to buy it and follow her home. When we got there, they started it up, and I really didn't need a test ride. There is a place in heavan for the music made by that machine. But test it I did, and immediately decided to buy it. I had read about the electronics being an issue, and the need for servicing after 600 miles. This bike happened to have been a trade-in with 500 or so miles on it, and during the test ride the thermometer readout was playing a game I did not understand. Undeterred, I knew of an authorized service shop in Detroit, and let the guys who were selling me the bike that if they could get Detroit on the phone and gaurantee me that they could take care of the 600 mile service the day after the next, then I would follow my friend to Toledo and branch off north to Detroit. The mechanic in Detroit agreed, so I bought the bike. I don't have kids, but I believe I had a measure of that kind of pride as we pulled out heading west toward Pittsburg, then, Toledo. Anyway, 20 miles out of Harrisburg, the check engine light came on. Being under something of a time constraint, I promptly returned it for a refund. Even after all of that, if I lived within 200 miles of a dealership and authorized mechanic shop, I would have kept it. The thing feels and looks and sounds like the product of some kind of magic. Maybe I'll move to Massachusetts to be close to a dealer?