3 or 4 years ago I was headed from Milwaukee to Gingerman Raceway. Early morning ride through southern Wisconsin, then Chicago, down around the bottom of Lake Michigan. I was tired and the sun was rising in South Bend Indiana. There was a bike already stopped at the next light. I stopped alongside and looked over...skinny little old guy sitting on a fairly ratty, but stock 1979 CBX. I gave him a nod of respect and he reciprocated. The light turned green and we took off quickly. He stayed back with me until about 4th gear, then opened her up, pretty much leaving my cb750 for dead. I will never forget the sound of him pulling away down US12. The whole experience was just surreal...