In what is probably rock hard proof I have spent too much time in Germany, I now decide how good my weekend is (was) based on how productive it was. At any time any one of my friends is welcome to come here and drag me kicking and screaming anywhere that involves lots of booze and parties, and not showing up for work. 
Actually I have assimilated, I dont think this conditioning can be broken any time soon!
But we cleaned Emma, we tried out a bunch of different bikes today, AND it still comes down to F 650. I even wanted to find another one due to fear of heavy bike in sand. But when I sit on the F 650 there is nothing but true love flowing through my veins. sigh.
I measure good weekends by whether or not I can remember them. If I can remember them, then they were good weekends (unless I remember them due to how rotten they were), if I can’t remember them then they were most likely a waste of my time. Naturally, due to the fickle nature of long-term memory, this measure holds true for only about a month…then there are only memories and dates and not much knowledge of when the two overlap.
Sounds like the F650 is the bike for you!