30K
So on my ride up to Monterey for the races at Laguna, my bike turned 30,000 miles old. Amusingly enough, this happened just as I left the two lane section of HWY 1 and hit Carmel. I managed to duck into a driveway, snap a shot, and get back on the road to my hotel!
It's been 30,000 miles since I un-crated it, broke it in and took it home. I haven't had a single reason to regret this purchase since; to the contrary, every day reminds me how much I love this thing!