Some of my first memories are riding with my dad on the tank of his Honda 750 with the big fairing and the hard saddle bags it was a metallic gold. I remember falling asleep when we rode. They quit riding not too long after but it always stayed with me. I got rehooked about at around 20 when A guy let me take his sporty for a spin and as soon as it fired up I was determined to get my own bike. I had a 1100 VSTAR till a old man turned left in front of me.The bike was maybe 3 months old. 6 months later I got my roady and been riding her for almost 10 years.