When I was going to school, most mornings I saw a very smartly dressed guy wearing a suit riding an immaculately clean and cared for YDS7 exactly the same as this. I have always loved the look of this bike since.
The press raved about the Kawasaki Mach III. There had never been anything like it before, and the lines of the earliest models were sublime.
The epitome of muscle bikes.
The prettiest bike to come out of that soggy old country I used to call home. 1969 Triumph Bonneville.
All of the above give me goosebumps when I see them today.