I was in the final throws of college when the first GS750 hit the shops like a bomb.
I'd been dribbling around on a clunky, 1973 TX500 Yamaha twin sporting clubman bars and an oh-so-trick Bell helmet with a weak Kenny Roberts (the REAL one) bumble-bee paint job. I cajoled poor old Mom into "lending me" the extra 500 clams needed to collect a eyeball-spinningly new GS750B.. one of the first available in the New York area.. $1995, out the door, Pal.
Do you REMEMBER?? It was an INCREDIBLE machine in it's time, in an era full of rattly, awkward two strokes and clumsy parallel twins.
The shine of that bike... the smell.. the glassy and staggeringly powerful LUNGE it made when you twisted it.. those orange-lit gages. Man, Suzuki NAILED that one, I'll tell ya. I squealed like a schoolgirl just to flip the key in my garage and hear that zip-zip-zip of four well-oiled cylinders buzzing to life.
I've bought three or four new bikes in my time, but nothing has ever sent me over the mental edge like that shiny, blue, dream-toy ever did.
