I was getting dressed to play hockey one night, and the guy next to me says "you like bikes right? You want a bike?" so I sez "yup." After the game, he brings up the bike again and sez "might not be your thing, it's an old Honda of some kind." Stoked. When I got there to pick it up, it was a '74 CB550. It had been sitting outside for a few years, and the engine was stuck, but it's free and running now. Tonight I get the throttle cable it needs and get to try it around the block.