I was browsing through a motorcycle museum web site and saw this:

With any luck, you will run into the model you had (or whished for!) when you were 18… the one you never forgot!

For me it would be the bike I had when I was 17. It was loud, crude, uncomfortable and as it was very hard to start I often pushed it to a steep hill and coasted down to bump start. As it was fitted with a P cam it was also very fast. I was one cool dude and pretty girls either looked away or could not resist. It was usually the girls from the catholic school who could not resist. 

Damn, I loved that bike.