at 17: Honda C90 (Wilma).
at 18: Kawasaki AR80 (Karen).
at 19: Suzuki RGV250 (Susie).
at 20: Honda CBR600F race fettled, not road legal (Dunno).
at 21: Crashed the CBR at Pembury and picked up a titanium pin to hold my elbow together.
at 22: Kawasaki ZXR400L3 (Megan).
at 26: Yamaha YZF-R6 (Winnie).
at 30: Suzuki GSX-R600 (Charlotte, but she prefers Charlie).
The C90 was a wreck but I made money on it. The AR80 was thrashed out by the time I finished with it. The RGV blew up. Twice. And then the gear box seized. The CBR wasn't actually mine, I just crashed it. I loved that ZXR, her name was Megan and she was the sexiest bike ever to be created, some Dutch bastard stole her. The R6 has gotta be the best sports bike for distance work ever, I'd ride from Bristol to Amsterdam in one trip and still be able to walk at the other end, some Dutch bastard stole her as well. The Gixer is the most uncomfortable bike I've ever known, 50 miles is enough to make ya wanna ride direct to the chiropractor.......but damn it's a fun trip.

P.S. And yes, you
have to name your bike.
P.P.S. A sticker on the back of my lid reads "Passengers are requested to refrain from screaming". Um....just thought I'd share that.