My parents forbid it. They said they would not help with school if I bought one. So when I was in college (1980) I waited until they went on a two week vacation and when they came home there was a '75 KZ400 (the blue one) in the garage. Their bluff was called. Unfortunately the bike was lost to a left turn by a Pontiac station wagon. I got 4 stitches. I swore I'd never ride again. Two weeks later my roommate put me on his new Kawi SR650 and I was hooked again. I bought my next bike, a '76 KH400 retired race bike for $600...$300 down, three weeks to make her street legal again, and $300 on delivery. That puppy was a screamer and I wish I still had it, and to this day I can pick out the sound of Kawi triple from blocks away.