Dream's or more correctly Benley's

When I was twelve, a friend and I found a 1969 Honda Dream in the woods of Massachusetts. Someone took it for a joy ride and left it. We (Angelo Petrucci and I) took it to his house and his dad called the cops. The came over and stated that they would file a found property and asked if Mr.Petrucci would leave it in his garage. The owner had 90 days and if it was not claimed then owners keepers, loosers wheepers. Angelo and I went into his garage every day after school and counted like a kid at Christmas. I cannot recall how many days went by but suffice to say there were not 90 and we never got to ride the bike or meet the owner or get a reward, nothing. He picked it up while we were at school and our dreams were shattered in more ways than one.
I just bought a 1969 CA160E, what is commonly reffered to as the Little Dream. Darn thing is a quality little putts about and given two or three minutes of full throttle on a level road, can it up to some decent speed.
I feel like I am 12 years old tinkering away on my little dream. I wont hang on too long as I like to Recycle, but still It harkens me back to a tyme when 160 cc's was spoken and feared in the same breath.
Re Psyche the spirit of a dream.

[, but still It harkens me back to a tyme when 160 cc's was spoken and feared in the same breath.
Re Psyche the spirit of a dream.[/quote]

About a similar age my brother had a mate come around with a Kawasaki 125 (trail bike) and I had a ride on that , talk about fear of power, that thing was frightening

Me first "power" bike was me 73 RD350A,,, took a while of puttin around and fouled plugs and then the dealer said I should red-line it everywhere to stop the plug fouling,,, WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,,,,, had to learn to sit on the tank alot to keep the front end down,, and er,, made friends with all the cops in town,,,,and its funny talk has it there's a 37 Indian chief about three miles down the rail tracks in the woods of beautiful Brookfield Mass,,, unclaimed,,, for many years,, just sittin in the woods,,,would look good in my back yard,, as a piece of "rusty" art,,,, hum,,,, how to get it home

My first ever motorcycle experience was a '69 Mach III, the first of the infamous Kaw triples, great bike to learn on.
Another one that sticks with me was the Bultaco Metralla of a friend, who warned me about the non standard controls but otherwise just turned me loose on it. It was kind of the SD of its day, loud, obnoxious, and fun.