For twenty years I have dreamed about getting a Hayabusa: one of the fastest production super, motorcycles made. This was the only tangible thing that I wanted in life. Houses, and cars were easy to attain and I had no grandiose car goals.I have selfies on several of these bikes in the show room. I have one picture of me struggling to keep the front tire down while driving a friend's bike. I have been through at least five telephones, during those two decades, with the exact motorcycle specifications I desired on this bike. I had even been on my way to drive one home three years ago. My son was with me so that he could drive the car back while I drove the bike. During that ride the conversation turned to his wanting to get a bike like mine. I turned the car around, called the dealer, and told him that I was no longer interested. A bike like that in the hands of a sixteen year old would be suicide. The news announced last week that production of my dream bike will stop December thirty first of two thousand eighteen. I was bummed for a few days...it is hard to let go.