When I was 15, my dad, who was a bit of a gear head and owned sports cars of varying degrees, bought a motorcycle — a 1974 Suzuki T500 — from a friend. Sometimes, he had to go to his office to work on weekends; and he would take me with him, riding pillion, and let me ride his bike around the parking lot until he was finished working. Thus began an on-again / off-again 35-year love affair with Suzi (a.k.a. Queen Bitch) for, as soon as I was able to get my license, she was my ride.
At 21, I left home — and Suzi — behind, opting for a place of my own. This meant getting a bike of my own; and it just
so happened that someone knew a guy who was selling his ’82 Suzuki GS650G so he could upgrade to the 1000cc model. One look and I was smitten. After a couple of tire kicks and a handshake (and a loan from my step-mom — Thanks, Mom!) the deal was done; and Wicked Wanda became my ride.