We had a few misadventures over the years that I had her. She was my outlet for frustration.
I would point her towards the country, and have my way with her. It did occasionally become treacherous. One time on one of our forays into the country I charged headlong into a pothole. The bike stayed on the ground and I ended up with my hands the lowest part attached to the bike. I landed balls first on the tank, and barely could get it "whoa-ed" down before I passed out from the pain! A ball punch hurts!
I owned her until I had to liquidate inventory for my divorce.
JK