There not much to say about this motorcycle that my grandfather gave me other than it's seen better days. The rust on the sides indicate multiple days and nights spent out in the rain and cold and the headlight is so dim that it must have been years since it's been changed. For me, this bike has no sentimental value, other than the value it's been given by my grandfather. He loved this bike more than anything. He would ride it across the country once every year just to see both coasts and catch up with old friends that he had made from previous trips from other years. He'd taken many women out for a ride on that motorcycle for first dates. The memories that are attached to this now, piece of junk, are locked away with my grandfather.. I wish he was still here to tell me one more story.