Got my L's a bout a ten days ago, bought a Kawasaki Z300, and have ridden every day since. Not ventured far, but a burst up Bell Street on a quiet Sunday morning had me grinning. I've tried to expose myself to traffic, so Sydney Rd, Lygon St., into the city where I study at RMIT at night. I've hit the tram tracks and other nasties and haven't had problems with stalling. The odd gear change the wrong way, and I'm trying to match the throttle to my downshifts (with some success and some godawful failures.) I haven't got the confidence to filter yet, as I can see myself stuck between unforging arseholes or in a fight with someone whose mirror I've brushed. I also find myself occasionally all at sea, and for a moment have to think through the mechanics of it all... throttle, clutch, brake, posture, balance, gear change... Then I'm right again in a flash. Mostly I feel comfortable and highly aware and can't wait to venture further and faster. The freeway calls me, but I resist. Can I really sit on an engine and go that fast? No cage? Far kin Jesus. I went for the Z300 as it had ABS and was close to the kind of naked look I'm attracted to. I absolutely love it. Mates who've ridden for years come back from a whirl and can't speak highly enough about it either. It's been a surreal week, but I don't yet feel at one with this newfound love. How long do people think it takes before you smooth out the rough edges and really feel at one with the bike? I'm not trying to get ahead of myself - I imagine I'll always be learning on a motorcycle. Just damn excited is all. Damn excited.