12-19-2013, 01:28 PM
The original 1985 Yamaha VMax is what turned this (then) high school kid into a drooling mess. That bike started my obsession with motorcycles, even though I'd already been riding for a couple of years at that point.
When I became older (p.s.--I never grew up!) and had adult money, I bought a 2005 20th Anniversary Vmax. Only then did I discover that my old fantasies were better than reality: The suspension was a joke, the frame was a joke, the brakes were a HUGE joke, the bias-ply tires were a joke, and the gearbox was absolutely agricultural. Oh, and for a large motorcycle, the sitting position was very cramped. She was beautiful to look at, but our marriage didn't last very long. My garage is now occupied only by Hondas.
When I became older (p.s.--I never grew up!) and had adult money, I bought a 2005 20th Anniversary Vmax. Only then did I discover that my old fantasies were better than reality: The suspension was a joke, the frame was a joke, the brakes were a HUGE joke, the bias-ply tires were a joke, and the gearbox was absolutely agricultural. Oh, and for a large motorcycle, the sitting position was very cramped. She was beautiful to look at, but our marriage didn't last very long. My garage is now occupied only by Hondas.