I am 20 years old and I love anything and everything old school. I sing old school music and I love working on old vehicles (the garage has been my happy place for as long as I can remember). I daily drive a 1966 mustang that I rebuilt in my garage and I ride a 1975 Honda CB400/4 that was given to me by my dad when I turned 18. Here's some history on the bike.
CB400/4: My dad bought 2 of them from a stroke victim when I was 16 and kept them in my late grandma's garage along with a bunch of other bikes and cars. While he was busy being a cop, I used to steal one of them and take it for joyrides around town. No license, no registration, no gear, no... problem? Sure. I'll never forget the thrill I got from riding that bike as a stupid teenager. I'll also never forget how my butt puckered every time I saw a cop car, praying to God it wasn't my dad or one of his friends. He promised me that he would give it to me when I turned 18 if I had a 4.0 GPA and he followed through. I daily drove it for a while before I realized it wasn't the safest thing to do, and now I just ride it occasionally to blast around town. It never fails to put a smile on my face as it brings up old memories and emotions from when I was younger.