I bought myself a 2005 Yamaha V-Star Classic last Friday. It's in immaculate condition. The guy I bought it from was the first owner, kept it in a heated garage and took excellent care of it. There's not a speck of rust, corrosion, salt damage, or scratches anywhere on it. All of the chrome on it (there's a lot) and the fuel tank shines. Within the first 48 hours of me owning it, at least 5 people asked to ride it. When I said no, they got all butt hurt and then started giving me the cold shoulder, and making snide comments about the bike and my distrust of their motorcycle riding skills. Fuck you. You shouldn't even fucking ask. You're not going to offer anything but an apology when you lay it down. You're not going to drive it like you own it. You're going to claim that "It was like that" when you bring it back making new noises...missing a turn signal...scratched muffler pipe...scratched fuel tank...etc. My older brother was the fucking worst. I know him way to well. His idea of taking it for a spin would have been disappearing for hours, hitting all the bars he lives in, talking about his new bike that he might let me borrow once in a while. Then I would have gotten a text that he's been drinking and if I wanted him to ride it back to my house or just keep it at his until the next day. It wouldn't be until night time before he brought it back, telling me that he was gracious enough to fill the tank. From that moment on, it would have been considered "our bike" that he should be able to use when I'm not. When I told him no, he spazzed out, telling me he didn't want to ride the piece of shit anyway, because it's not a Harley. (He's 47 years old, throwing a temper tantrum) and that his Harley (which is currently hidden in another state from his soon to be ex-wife) is a '96 and worth 5 times what mine is...blah..blah...blah. Fucking assholes.