I had an uncle that was something of a black sheep in the family. He drove Harleys until he couldn't fit enough oxygen tanks on it to keep him alive in his late 80s. When I was 12 or 13, I happened to be coming from his backyard during a family visit and I hear him telling my frugal father, "Bob, you really ought to get the boy a motorbike. Now, if you do, make sure it is bigger than 300ccs because smaller than that is considered a dirt bike." I wasn't going to screw this up by appearing at that moment so I turned around and slipped away. I waited for 3 or 4 years with great anticipation but growing recognition that my dad had no intent on buying me anything, and certainly not a motorcycle! When I was about 15 he and I went to the Carl Casper auto show at the fairgrounds and as we walked in, there was a 1968 Triumph Spitfire in British Racing Green, and I'm like, "Dad, it's only $3,000 brand new!" and he said, "Son, come up with only $3,000 and its yours!"
2019 Base Cayman
Manual shift, 18" wheels, PASM, Sports Chrono, black tailpipes, cellphone compartment, CarPlay, PE&D