Ah, my first Big Bike, a 1976 XS650 I bought the Very Next Day after I got out of the military. Wrecked it 4 months later, rode it to its death hitting a station wagon in an intersection. Well, the wreck was a bummer but at least the insurance got am a better looking brand new 1977, dark blue tank with gold accents.

But then this hot Malaysian girl I went up the the Fresno mountains, jumped a fence e, and did what your people SHOULD be doing instead of working. Lo and behold, when I returned, all there was left was the flattened aluminum can that I had leaned the kickstand onto.

I never had sex after that without having my XS650 within 5 feet of me. Sure it made some things awkward, but a man's bike is his castle.

Anybody ever ride one of the three cylinder XS750's of the same era? (Probably not, you're probably all young punk kids who think baby Kawasakis are born with 4 cylinders not three.) But those Yamaha triples were some Smooth Mother Humpers, glidin' through gears and coasting on those Teflon forks.

Patrick, blindly following Bush straight into hell
Fresno, CA