It was my father-in-law's bike, and one of his most prized possesions. The RC51 wasn't running when he passed away last summer. His wife asked me to get it running so she could sell it. After I got it running, I asked her if I could take it out for a ride. He always told her not to let family ride or buy it if anything happened to him. At first she said no, but a few minutes later she changed her mind *IF* I promised to be careful. Their house is on the side off a hill, off a logging road. I had to ease the bike down a steep 50 yard dirt road, then out a 2 mile twisty wet road with blind curvs to get it to the highway. Once I got it on the highway, I was amazed at the way it handled and road. When I asked her how much she was going to sell it for, she wanted high blue book. I couldn't justify spending that much money on another toy, so the bike went to a consignment company. I couldn't stopped thinking about the bike. A couple months later when I asked about it, she said that she had been thinking about it a lot and really wanted to see it go to someone that would appreciate the bike as much as my father-in-law did. My wife and I already owned three other bike, so she knew that I shared his passion for motorcycles. She told me if I wanted the bike she would sell it to me for much less that what she originally wanted. I talked it over with my wife. It was an emotional decision for her, but in the end we decided to buy it.