Every man has to live with some sense of inner conflict, right? For some, that conflict is between work and play, or between family and time spent alone. For others that conflict, that indecision, manifests itself as a dogged inability to choose between the beautiful and the practical - between what he wants and what he needs. For me, the answer is D) all of the above. I love the look of a naked sport bike or, in the case of my recently acquired 1979 Suzuki GS850G, a "naked standard". I bought this bike for two reasons - 1) to have something to ride while I figure out what I want to ride, and 2) because it's one of two bikes I loved but never possessed back in the early 80's when I worked at a Suzuki / Kawasaki Dealership. So I found this pristine example at a reasonable price down in S. Florida. I had planned to go fetch it, but various hurricanes foiled that plan TWICE so I had her shipped to me. All motorcycles, like boats, are female. Period. This one now has the name "Suzie Foxtrot" for how she handles the gentle twisties with a smooth and steady gait. The previous owner had a small aftermarket windscreen bolted on, which was of course removed by me the day the the truck dropped her off. It was a practical windscreen but not a sexy windscreen. My next bike will have a fairing etc but this one will always remain my little roadster. My birthday is at the end of October (the VERY end, actually) so I thought I owed myself a little trip. I do like time alone but I also spend time with the wife and her young 'uns so I laid out the plan like this: I would leave Charlotte, head up the Blue Ridge Parkway and Skyline Drive, meet up with Mrs. JoeyBones and our teenage daughter CarlaBones in Maryland and again in Pennsylvania (they would be in the Jeep, visiting friends and relatives), and then cruise back home whichever way suited me - back through the mountains or down the coast, dipping a toe in the Outer Banks of NC if possible. Due to CarlaBones' school schedule, we choose mid-October. Might also be a good time to catch one or two trees changing colors. So here she is, buck naked on the morning of departure.... and here she is later that day, up on the BRP half dressed... Yeah yeah I know the tank bag is on backwards. I like it that way. Is the Blue Ridge Parkway pretty? Ummmm. Yeah.