Well talking about the "Good Old Days", I bought my shiny new 1975 CB750F in 1978 when I was 18 for a bargain price (they just didn't sell, the only ones on the roads around here were ridden by the cops, and by 1978 the cops were riding F2's) and I rode it the 200 miles home.
My Dad wouldn't even look at it, even 30 years after the war, as far as he was concerned the only good thing that ever came out of Japan was a mushroom cloud.
My grandfather, on the other hand, was an old biker, and was really interested in it, so he swung his 74 year old leg over the saddle, and after I showed him how to start it, and pointed out the the gear shifter was on the left (as opposed to the bikes of his era) he took off for a quick spin around the block, and told me he thought it was pretty good.
Don't get me wrong, my Dad liked bikes, he just wasn't keen on Jap bikes. He loved my cuz's Indian Chief outfit, and so does my Ma! Cheers, Terry.