It starts when you seemingly punish yourself by repeatedly looking at photos of a bike that will supposedly never be released in the country where you live — dreaming of what will never be. Tack on viewing some youtube videos for the full on painful effect. It grows when you read reports about some guy that works for Honda, riding around your country on the bike you've been rather smitten with. Apparently, he's on a mission to gather feedback. Word is that the bike will still never make it to where you live, but you can't help but get rather excited.
Next thing you know, after many months have passed, you're staying up all night just to find out if the bike is going to be one of those Honda is actually going to be releasing in your country (waiting for a press release to be issued from three time zones ahead of you). Then, after learning that the bike is indeed bound for the country where you live, you end up placing an order for that bike sight unseen before your dealer is even familiar with the details. Finally, you buy the bike without so much as a test ride.
You know, when the feeling continues to grow that no other bike can flip as many of your switches as the bike that you now own, not even the newly released models that follow. You still can't believe that the bike you own is the same as the bike that the lucky guy from Honda was riding around on way back when. That which seemed like unobtanium has become the familiar, and it only gets better with time.
Oh, and you start a forum dedicated to that bike and spend too much of your free time online with a bunch of other folks that are apparently somehow just as crazy about the CB1100 as you are (including the spirited '14 DLX crowd

).