I parked her one day in early winter '88 because my new wife did not like to ride. The bike has been waiting for me, moving from one garage to another, I didn't want to ride, yet I didn't want to see her go. The dance lasted for over 22 years.
Finally, it was time to clean out the garage, she was on Craigslist for a day. Could not dare to see her go. I ignored her for so long, she is mad. She decided she would have a rusty tank, even a hole to fix. Things worth doing, are worth doing right.
My brother and I each bought a 750K8. Nichols Honda (RIP), even gave us a deal. Two black bikes with white fairings. Boy we had a lot of fun. He sold his bike.
The internet is a wonderful thing. So much catching up to do, researching, finding parts, getting excited with everything I learn, every part I order. Good thing the bike sat in the garage all these years. The first 3 years I rode her were the worst, she lived outside, I took her for granted. The garage saved her from being a basket case. She needs a bath in the picture which were about as month ago.