A couple of years ago I was corresponding with a fellow named Andy in New Zealand. When I saw the "1st CB750" topic, I searched back in my emails and found something I wrote to him back then. Here it is:
In the early seventies, I was in college in a small town in upstate New york. I had recently bought a used CL350, but I was ready to move up to something bigger. Several of my friends had Triumphs and BSAs, and they lobbied quite forcefully for me to get a nice used British twin. But I happened to stop by the local Honda dealer, and they happened to have a new CB750 K1 idling behind the shop. Four pipes! Four carbs! Disc brake! Gleaming chrome! Instruments tilted up to face you! As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, the mechanic revved it a few times. That was it for me. I told my friends I was thinking of getting a 750, and they all said "Oh, don't buy some giant Japanese thing. You'll hate it. It's as boring as a sewing machine." I went to the bank, withdrew most of the money I had set aside for food for that school year, and left the Honda shop with a brand new red K1. It was October, and I got to ride it for about a week before the snow started. I got a friend to help roll it up a board into the living room of our rented house. All winter, about the only things I could afford to eat were pasta and garlic toast, but I ate those meals sitting on the floor looking at the bike. I was in love. When spring finally came, I went on lots of rides with my friends. I wouldn't even put on my helmet until they had all completed their starting rituals - which involved lots of kicking and cursing - and then I would touch the starter button. The exhaust note was intoxicating, a smooth, silky burble that rose to a biting howl at higher revs. I flew over the rolling green countryside, accelerating uphill at a rate my friends could barely manage even going downhill. Every time I looked down at that beautiful valve cover protruding beyond the sides of the gas tank, I was sure that I was riding the most advanced and extraordinary motorcycle in the world. I felt like a pioneer, like an astronaut, like the bike could take me anywhere I could imagine going. And it did. Quickly, safely, comfortably, and in fabulous style. It made me a motorcyclist for life.