spdjnky. I just caught yor story. I can relate. It's a long story too, but the reader's digest version is my uncle was a greaser and a Honda motorcycle mechanic in his day ending up a a service manager for one of the larger Harley dealerships in the nation. When I was a boy, he had all his buddies bring their bikes to the house for him to work on. My intro to bikes was his CB450. Believe it or not, Sinatra rode it (we lived across from Paramount Studios and my uncle was an extra in a couple Sinatra movies. They became buds and played poker on my Grandma's kitchen table eating her pasta). Before I went off to college, he sold it to his best buddy. He and his budies are all gone now, but I was able to track it down and reclaim it. It's been in the family for a long time, and I recently gave it to my cousin - his son.
Hang on to that bike.
