When I think of trading the ST, it's only one reason: weight! Then I see it in a parking lot, looking mean, sexy and sulky, pawing the pavement waiting for master to ride it hard. As soon as I'm out of the parking lot, I'm in love with it again. So the last thing we aging riders need (check out the demographics of US riders) is another behemoth adventure bike weighing over 500 lbs.: an oxymoron on wheels. Mark Twain loosely quoted: "We want material objects because of how we percieve them...". So a super Tenere, GS1200, Tiger, all look good on us, but don't improve the ride. Adventure? Real adventure? Plan to have enough $$ in the bank for retirement.
I've got dreams too, like a Sprint GT, or KLR for my one and only. Then I see my ST looking at me, peeved and impatient: c'mon, Lets Ride!