Took a break from motor cycles in 1982 after a head-on smash that left Mrs Coastie with permanent physical and neurological injuries.
Returned in '87 on a BMW K75s - the nicest bike then in the K series.
Finally sprung for an Italian 'bike in '89: a Moto Guzzi Le Mans V. Loved it - a real challenge to ride, which, on one of your bad days, would make you look like a complete novice.
Never did own any kind of Ducati, which I'd lusted after since seeing early models in the early '70's
Sold it, and bid motorcycling adieu in '93. Always been (Virgo) over-fussy, but things were getting a little crazy in my life. Always angry, and flew into rages when my bike got dirty - had to have every square inch of it pristine.
Enter the big think, some medication and a very conscious and deeply pondered change in life's direction.
Now I live in a part of N.Z. which I know has the best m/c'ing roads in the country. I see heaps of bikes on the road, but I'm not tempted back.
But I do wish I'd kept my '77 Silver Jubilee Bonnie. Bought brand new in '78 for an outrageous sum of money, and picture-pretty. That made five bikes we had at the time. Didn't own a car 'til I was 32 (1982). and they've never really interested me as anything other than utensils.
BUT. I sure would like a pink Yank-tank with humungous tail fins, acres of chrome and white-wall tyres, that I could wobble around our fabulous West Coast roads in ! With an industrial-strength sound system pumping the blues, of course !