Here she sits just North of Ouray.
My 1979 R100RS. It began life as a Phoenix Gold RT, but switched sides somewhere in the mid-west prior to our meeting. The result was wonderful.
I sold her to a tosser who destroyed everything about the bike. Ran it low on oil, parked it unwaxed in the sun to fade to a dusty orange, and crashed her on every side possible. As a mechanic I had the poor luck to come across her in our service lot some two years later, loose bearings, leaking valves and nearly bald tires. I had purchased the bike on my birthday in 1980, from a young man getting married to a woman who didn't like motorcycles? It had that bright red paint, and as I later found out, about a half tank of water...
I do wish I had not sold her.