1) I've only owned my 2004 Cerulean Battlecruiser, a.k.a. "Frankenbike" for 9 years and 90,000 miles,
so my opinion might not hold a lot of credence,
2) My ONLY dislike of the FJR is it is almost, but not exactly, 200 pounds too heavy. I really wished it only weighed 450 pounds, but the only way I could ride a bike that diminutive (and Euro-fragile) would be if I were 8 inches shorter and about 100 pounds lighter.
I can't afford leg reduction surgery and eating good food is third only to smoking and marrying ex-wives on my list of questionable personal lifestyle choices.
3)
Imagine, though, a 450 pound, fully faired motorcycle with 145hp, 100lb/ft of torque, 6.6 gallon/45~50mpg range, 155mph top-end and dead-nutz Japanese reliability! That would be the motorcycling equivalent of waking up next to a nymphomaniac, deaf-mute version of Kate Upton every morning.
Oh well, I'll deal with the extra 200 pounds and count everything else as a gigantic PLUS. My stock seat is just fine. No mythical "heat issues", I live in Florida so heated grips are a big "WTF" to me. I guess I missed out on the self-folding side stand, my oil choices don't require unobtanium additives, the bars and windshield are just fine for my 6'4", I don't ride gravel roads so a radiator guard isn't on my list of "must-haves", I absolutely LOVE the color, I run a car tire on the back, could give a flying f&%* about a passenger backrest, 'cause I leave Kate's worthless, plastic ass at home, I use a $15 dollar throttle lock that works as well for me as a $15,000 cruise control, and wouldn't know a good suspension from a bad suspension if it bit me in the ass, as my 90k-mile '04 still has its unsullied OEM suspension. But god, I wish it was 200 pounds lighter!!
4) I just turned 62 years old, experience chronic vertigo and Miss Piggy just ain't as much fun dancing with as she used to be. Keeping those damned R1s, GSXRs and Ninjas off my ass is getting harder and harder every day.
But I make up for it by regular feedings of Sportsters, Road Kings and UltraGlides to Frankenbike on a bi-weekly basis. The faux-cruisers from the Oriental Big 4 are just as much fun to embarrass as those Milwaukee paint shakers.