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I just want to share that my first 'real bike' was an almost brand new '72 (I thought it was a '71) S2. Boy was I proud of that wild ride! It had the most beautiful candy red that looked as if it was a foot deep in the sun. It ate sparkplugs from the excessively rich oil injection setting (actually had a recall to change the oil injection pump). I couldn't go down a street without laying smoke like a mosquito fogger, even after the 'improved oil pump calibration'. This bike was small for sure, but it also was the only bike that I spilled. It had a horrible torque curve that came on like a wild horse on steroids at around 4 grand if I recall, and if I wasn't careful, whoops the front end would go light and wheel-stand if I wasn't careful. Well, it did just that in 1st gear when turning on a city street. I was young and inexperienced, but the pain & embarassment of having to push my damaged shiny new bike back to my apartment building with a torn shirt and bleeding elbow, was a lesson that taught me to respect all of my future bikes and perhaps guided my some 100,000 accident free bike miles since. I guess that what I wanted to share was that by 1975 and as the paint faded from the candy apple red to expose the orange beneath, I lost interest in the small bike and sold it for peanuts. If only I had it now....... | I just want to share that my first 'real bike' was an almost brand new '72 (I thought it was a '71) S2. Boy was I proud of that wild ride! It had the most beautiful candy red that looked as if it was a foot deep in the sun. It ate sparkplugs from the excessively rich oil injection setting (actually had a recall to change the oil injection pump). I couldn't go down a street without laying smoke like a mosquito fogger, even after the 'improved oil pump calibration'. This bike was small for sure, but it also was the only bike that I spilled. It had a horrible torque curve that came on like a wild horse on steroids at around 4 grand if I recall, and if I wasn't careful, whoops the front end would go light and wheel-stand if I wasn't careful. Well, it did just that in 1st gear when turning on a city street. I was young and inexperienced, but the pain & embarassment of having to push my damaged shiny new bike back to my apartment building with a torn shirt and bleeding elbow, was a lesson that taught me to respect all of my future bikes and perhaps guided my some 100,000 accident free bike miles since. I guess that what I wanted to share was that by 1975 and as the paint faded from the candy apple red to expose the orange beneath, I lost interest in the small bike and sold it for peanuts. If only I had it now....... | ||