I loved my Honda 50. It was a 1964 step-through, C100, two-tone blue, with 6,000 miles on the odometer. I bought it from a doctor who was cleaning his garage and wasn't sure if anyone would want the little thing, but took a chance on throwing an ad in the paper. His doubts were understandable. Who, after all, would want a used $75 machine that takes almost no maintenance, is reliable as a stone (though slightly faster), and takes the owner to work and back all week for 37 cents?
The day I drove out to look at the machine it was sitting in the doctor’s driveway, and even as I drove up I could see that the bike was in mint condition. It nearly brought tears to my eyes. My Volkswagen was still dieseling as I wrote out the cheque.
Leanings Peter Egan p23