I'm sorry that this is a long first post. It's a good story about how I came to own this beautiful '00 VFR800. This VFR first showed up last fall near my house and I thought, "That looks like Steve's bike". A few weeks later, it went away and I said, "Great! That made someone happy." It came back to the same lawn last week with the same number to call on the "for sale" sign. "Curious," I thought to myself. Since I have a deposit down on a new bike, I didn't want to call and be tempted so I let it sit. I was riding by the other day and I saw a woman trimming the lawn so I stopped to ask about the bike. She said, "You should talk to my brother. He knows more about it than I do." I asked if it was Steve's bike. Her shoulders slumped, she looked at the ground, and welled up a bit. Turns out I was right; it was my friend Steve's bike. He was diagnosed with cancer in January '19 and was gone by April '19. He was 5 years younger than me when he died. We talked about how much he loved the bike, his travels, and my connection to Steve and the bike. We shared a laugh about his little quirks and his sharp sense of humor. Steve was one of the most gentle, quiet, and funny people I've ever met. A little distant until he got to know you then, wow, he'd make you laugh so hard! Why is it always the good ones that go too soon? I was introduced to Steve through a mutual friend. Together, we attended several Americade rallies, shared hotel accommodations, many fine meals, and lots of great riding. Throw in a bunch of day rides and we'd spent a good amount of time sharing our passion for riding. When I was first riding with this new group, I was on an ancient and ratty '78 Yamaha XS1100, wearing a black leather jacket and leather chaps (of all things), and work boots. They introduced me to "proper" textile riding gear with armor and waterproofing. I quickly ditched the leather for textile gear and upgraded to a lighting-fast '88 Honda CBR1000 Hurricane (remember that one? Mine was black with red cockpit inserts and red rims). In fact, I think the leather was strapped to the back of that '78 Yamaha on the way back from my first Americade having purchased new textile gear at the rally. I learned so much about group riding dynamics, being flexible with plans, and having fun with other riders. After a few minutes of conversation with his sister, I called Steve's brother. We spoke at length about the motorcycle. In the end, I made an offer. He had to clear it with his mother, the executor of Steve's estate. I got a call the next morning that my offer had been accepted and we made plans to exchange cash for keys a few days later. Exchange made, I checked the oil, pumped up the tires, filled it with premium gas, and took the long way home. Like 50 miles the long way home. I felt Steve on my shoulder, laughing with me as I giggled with joy, leaning deep into each corner, accelerating out, and flying down the straights. The evening ride in the stifling heat gave way to a cool evening and beautiful sunset. Perfect. It's everything I'd hoped it would be: fast, nimble, comfortable, smooth, and super fun to ride. This one is a fine example with just over 42k on the clock and just a few scratches to show wear and tear. It's basically stock save for the Corbin seat and handlebars. The color-matched hard bags are a bonus. It came with a 3" thick folder of paper work and several boxes of parts, manuals, and a nice bike cover. Steve was meticulous in his maintenance of this machine and I am honored to have it in my care. I know that Steve is watching so I'll have to take REALLY good care of this bike. Thanks for sticking with the story and I'm sure I'll be posting more when I start digging into this machine.