It was the first, but not the best-or was it?

It was the first, but not the best-or was it? My 1975 Honda 400F was my first streetbike. It was beautiful in my eyes. Black paint so shiny it seemed like you could dive right in. It has a limited production pipe; mullholland shocks and enough other performance parts to make this a long and boring read. With all those top notch parts and pieces the bike had a look and a sound that made me feel like a hero any time I rode it. With a top speed of about 108mph it wasn’t exactly fast as streetbikes go; but it was fast for what it was. I used to be able to leave the house and redline through every gear before the first turn. Downshift twice and through that first right hand bend with foot peg dragging and tachometer well into redline. I loved listening to those four little cylinders howling a song out through the pipe. Downshift once more and run through the left hand turn that was rapidly approaching pulling the weight off the left peg as I leaned harder into the turn. Down over the hill I come to a halt at the bridge. This scenario played out day after day when the sun was shining. It was my first and I’ve never ridden another that put me into that same hero mindset. I’m always looking ahead knowing the best is yet to come. We all know you can’t go back.