First off, I believe the ticking was for a small, but vocal, group. I am sure (for no reason other than a desire) that I will not get a tick, so I don't worry about it, even so, this bike is worth that momentary light affliction.
I was headed east on 66, come to a red light and I hear a loud tick (only 345 miles on the odo). I say CRAP!!!! what the heck is that (I remember someone saying in a thread somewhere that when it happens there is no way you do not know. So I lean closer to hear, I can hear it loud enough, I say, Damn, it can't be. Then I look ahead and to my left and there's a harley on the cross road going from left to right waiting for the light to change. It was his pipes I heard. Funny thing, they didn't sound like harley pipes (potato potato potato), maybe his bike was ticking.
I love those seconds of shear terror.
