Dad bought it new in 1984 to replace his late 70's maroon Honda 750 Four. He'd purchased it from Cole Motors - a small local dealership who have since closed their doors. He stored it mostly in our patio (turned finished family room). Memory embraces it as a shiny monster sleeping on the soft carpet.
Dad had a brief but fatal fight with cancer in 1989. Wisely, mom sold the motorcycle to a local sheriff's deputy. She'd mentioned that if he ever wished to sell it, she'd like to buy it back (if I were old enough to respect the powerful potential of this particular bike). In 1995 it happened. Mom brought it back to our family with only 4000 miles on the odometer. I must have been 22 at the time.
At 22 years, I was still living in apartments so the only protection the bike had was a nylon cover that protected everything from the axles up. I wish I'd had access to a garage as many of the bolt heads have rusted and the downpipes of the exhaust have aged with small dots of rust and discoloration.
These days I'm 28 and the bike lives in my single car garage (but there's no room for a car). I've put it into what I call "semi-retirement". It has over 18,000 miles but it still looks and drives wonderful. I want to keep it that way for as long as possible. This summer I didn't ride it at all. I've started replacing fuel lines and battery cables and such. Maybe next summer she'll be ready to share a few hundred miles with me and my wife.