That spring, with a small loan and a little money earned peeling pulp and making hay, I went shopping for my first real motorcycle. I test drove a glistening black Harley-Davidson Sportster that was far beyond my reach financially. Ave's Sport Shop in Hurley, Wisconsin, had some Hondas closer to my price range—including some of those four-cylinder superbikes we all wanted so badly back then.The smallest of these was the CB350F—complete with that distinctive four-into-four exhaust system that shouted to the world, "Yeah, it's a Four!" It was the only bike with that four-cylinder mystique that also had a price tag a pauper like me could even consider. Bad as I wanted one, I decided on the cheaper CL200T, a bike so regrettable that even Honda couldn't stand it for more than a year.