My first bike was an '82 250 Custom which died suddenly and violently on a beautiful October afternoon less than four months old

. I did some stupid things on that little bike, including taking a ride from Chattanooga to Jacksonville, Florida wearing shorts and sandals. I'd love to have one again, even to restore, but I don't know if I want my 15 year old son to get a taste of a dangerous drug. It's interesting to see how years and kids can change your perspective.