First there were a couple of Honda 90s in the late 60s/early 70s. The ones with the plastic fairings and auto transmissions. One was red and one was black. I think my Dad sold them when I joined the Army in 1974.
Then there was a Hodaka Ace that I thoroughly beat into the ground. I gave that one to my cousin around the same time (1974).
Next, I had a 1972 Kawasaki KE-100 Enduro. I bought it in 1979 off a kid who had thrashed it almost to death. I put some money into it, got it street legal and rode it around town for a couple of years until the motor finally died. I gave that one to a friend in Tucson. That was the bike that taught me how to work on motorcycles. I practically rebuilt that bike piece by piece. It was also the first bike for which I bought a sevice manual.
I went back into the Army in 1982 cause I was a poor, broke individual with a young family to support. When I was at Fort Carson in 1986, I bought a Suzuki T350 2-stroke street bike at a flea market for $100. I drove it all over Colorado for a couple of years.
In 1988, I bought a 1974 Honda C-750 K4 that had been sitting for a long time in Colorado Springs. It only had 8,000 miles on it but it was all messed up from sitting. I cleaned the carbs, recovered he seat myself and put new tires on her. Man,that was a fast bike but the frame was way too light for the motor. The rear end would wash out under hard cornerng. It scared the daylights out of me the first time it happened. I sold that bike to a neighbor in 1998 after a close friend of mine was killed by a car here on Fort Polk.
The Honda was the last bike I owned until I bought the Harley this year. I have always kept my motorcycle endorsement, though. I always knew I was going to get another bike; it was only a question of when and what kind. :cheers