Honda VFR 750

Imagine: I own a monster (GSA), I miss the beauty of my old VFR 800, I start to love the oldschool bikes, and I have some spare money. And one day a VFR 750 appears. The iconic bike, the grandmother of my beloved VFR 800, still pretty. Needs some love here and there, but can be done. I went for it.

That was not a very smart movement. The hype hided me that the bike had more issues than expected. With the help of my trusted mechanic she had the dress fixed and the inner lifted. It has been a restoring project that brought me a bike I kinda use only as my eyes and heart healer. She works great, runs great, traces great, looks great, and stays in Barcelona as my vehicle for when I fly back home. I love her.