Well, I sort of listened to you guys and sort of didn’t. I still bought new for a variety of reasons (not the least of which is that the bank tightened up their motorcycle loan policy considerably; even buying a used bike I’d’ve had to put down $1000 or more). As it turned out, Kawasaki has a promotion ending on Monday that got me a better financing deal than any bank would have given me.
I did wind up not going with a 500. The dealership near me was out, and I was tooling around on the bikes they did have. I realized that the 900 fit me just about perfectly, and I remembered what y’all had said about outgrowing the 500. I decided to take a chance, and here it is.
Bought it on Thursday, rested on Friday because I was far too wiped out from the last couple of days to be properly alert, and took it for a ride this morning. It is indeed a very nice bike, and I don’t regret buying it at all. It’s easier to handle than I would have thought, and I went from practicing in an empty parking lot to riding up and down side streets in no time. I spent about an hour or so on the road, and for an encore I went to the mall, did a lap around the outside of the parking lot, and took the main road home.
The only couple of booboos I made were letting out the clutch too quickly at a light that suddenly turned green (at least starting a stalled bike is much easier than starting a stalled car), and taking a turn too quickly. I heard the floorboard scrape the pavement, which was a scary second or two, but I came out of it all right. It’s taking me a while to remember to shut off the turn indicator, too; several times I was cruising down the road before I realized I was blinking for a right turn the entire time. 
One thing that’s freaking me out just a little…I’ve gotten used to judging my speed in my car by feel. That doesn’t translate. At all. I tried to ride down the road at a speed at which I felt most comfortable, being used to driving down that road in the car, and I realized I was going about 10 miles under the speed limit! Later, after I’d accepted that I needed to go ‘faster’ than I usually do, I saw a cop sitting in a side street and had a slight panic, because I felt like I was flying down the road at a ridiculous speed. Glanced down at my speedometer…maybe 2 miles over the speed limit. Cop didn’t even blink.
I guess I’ll get used to it with time. It’s a hell of a heady feeling to finally be going 40+, since the MSF course never let us go over 20.