This is Roadkill, my 1981 Suzuki GS850G. P.O. had left it outside without protection for way too long. It had somewhere between 20k and 120k miles on it (a whole other story!) when I rescued it in 2002, abandoned per a shop lien. She ain't a pretty lady, except to me, lots of corrosion issues, fading paint, scratches, dents & she rarely bathes, much like her geezer owner. Roadkill is a working bike, that is she takes me around shopping, etc. wherever I need to go, never breaks down and keeps me alive without makeup or designer clothes. I pretty much do all my own maintenance work & have managed to turn the wiring into a bowl of spaghetti that even I have trouble understanding. But it works and she keeps on going. (An aside, recently replaced my 139db black Nautilus MC horn with a new fire engine red one. Wish it pointed straight ahead but was about 1/3 the cost of the black MC version. Still can skin a cat at 100 yards. Was about $12.95 on eBay.) Her hobby is camping and if I fail to take her out on a trip at least twice a year, at least, she gets moody, though she remains fiercely loyal. Fully loaded on the road, that's when she runs best. So like the semi drunk old bag lady in shabby clothes, she may not be a pleasant sight to passersby but she is an angel to me. My wife is jealous of our relationship,...with good reason I will say. Someday we will run off & join the circus. There are so many gorgeous, shiny and perfect bikes out there. Sometimes the mutt is the best dog at the park though.