My Story goes a lil something like this. I was about 10, a guy pulled in the driveway and I noticed a motorcycle in the back of his truck. He and my dad rolled it out of the back of his truck and parked it in front of the Garage. No it wasn't a 750, it was a cb450 twin, matalic green. My dad said he was going to get back to motorcycling to work.
At some point my dad attempted his license and failed. After that he parked it in the garaged. Every year he would license it, and every year he would take the license and every year he would fail.. He never rode or practice, don't ask me why.. He had had a knuckle head back in the day so Motorcycles were not new to him. But it was a bonus for me. From the age of 10 I was allowed to ride it around the yard, I rode it all day.. If I ran it out of gas I siphoned some out of his nova. By the time I was 12 I could handle the thing like a pro, and at night I would intentionally leave the Garage door open. We live in the country so this was not much of an issues, we didn't even take the keys out of the car. our driveway was downhill, and once you got on the road, downhill another quartermile, so I would get it rolling, roll down the driveway, down the road, and at the end pop the clutch in 4th and take it out for several hours. I did this all summer
By the time I was 16 I could ride well, and I took my motorcycle test on it. passed the same day dad failed again. After that the bike really became mine. I road with a friend who had a CB350f, and we ride hard scraping the pegs ect.. and we would look at all the magazines, and dream of the day we could own a 750, or some other supper bike.
Thats why the 750, it is the dream of it, its ride ability, its ability to be a sport bike one minute and a Touring bike the next, and its requirement that you do maintenance on it, and become one with it.
I still have the Green Honda cb450 twin, and it will soon be restored too. Just some things that make you feel one with the world.