In August of 1972 I was transferred from South America to Minneapolis, MN — temperature shock for certain. One of the first things I did was purchase a CB750 in orange and a snowmobile suit so I could ride it in the cold weather. Next moved to Indianapolis, IN and took it with me and rode it to work except on snow days using the suit. Took a dump once on a city street during commuting when I hit an oil slick. Minor damage to rider and bike, fortunately. Then moved to California in 1976 and sold the bike. Illogical at the very best. I told my kids we would get another bike, but of course never did. I purchased the vacuum synchronizer for the 4 carbs (and still have it) and loved syncing them even when they did not need it. The largest bike I had prior was a Honda 125 cc job. What a transition and a super fun time. When you get old, memories are important!!
