I have owned a bike for decades - a 1967 Suzuki sitting in my barn, unused, for 32 years. From 2005 on, I could not even consider riding a motorcycle, due to arthritic hips. But those got replaced in 2014 and 2016, making life good again. I started to consider getting back on a bike, and after some flirtations with various bikes I lusted for in my youth (cough, Triumph), my eyes lighted upon the CB400F. Light weight and with the gorgeous waterfall of pipes, that was what I wanted. The fact that they are modestly collectable yet not too expensive made it an even better choice.
After watching the market for these bikes for almost two years, I finally went to see one. The seller, a 79-year-old New Hampshire original of a man, obviously loves old Japanese bikes. He was very concerned that I could turn a wrench, lest I not be qualified to own a 1976 vintage motorcycle. That is no problem (now, driving a nail straight, that is another thing entirely). We spent three hours together yesterday and today, he sharing his knowledge of the CB400 four.
I was nervous about test driving the bike, to be honest. I still have my MC operators license, kept alive since forever. But as I gave the bike a bit of throttle and gently accelerated in first, I did the math in my head to conclude that I had not driven a motorcycle for 32 years.
Such a happy moment. (As the saying goes, it's like riding a bike.)
I bought it. The seller wanted the Suzuki as part of the exchange, which sealed the deal. I am now in the happy club of SOHC four owners. And smiling.