I bought this 1978 CB750F new in May 1978 in Tucker, Georgia when I was 15 for $1995 (I had to get my 19 yr old brother to title it - my parents didn't know at the time!).  This was my first set of wheels - I washed & pampered this thing virtually every week!  I dropped the bike once on the left side in 1980 (blown over by a hydro street-sweeper in Gainesville, GA!) which only damaged the handle bar, mirror, & chrome case card (all replaced). This was my primary source of transportation throughout high school (though rarely driven in the rain), but I garaged it in late '81 when I went off to college.

     I performed a very thorough "moth-ball" on the bike (this was my baby), which is the main reason it looks like it does today. All chrome / steel was wiped down with WD-40, fuel system drained / flushed & dried, oil change, a little Marvel Oil on the valves & in the cylinders, all gloss paint was waxed & the wax left on, all rubber was armor-all'd  or siliconed, brake systems drained / flushed / dried, and the whole thing was wrapped in shrink wrap. It stayed like this until 1994, when I moved it to Virginia (where I had lived since 1986).  After cleaning, new tires, putting a new battery in it, changing the oil, adding brake fluid & gas, it cranked on the third try - I haven't had to touch a thing since, except replacing a leaky rear brake master cylinder piston seal. 

     I personally don't think the pictures do the bike justice - it truly looks & runs like it did the day I bought it almost 27 years ago. It's all 100% original except for the case guards, Rack-Factory brand fold-up luggage rack (not shown in pics), and the optical electronic ignition retrofit kit.  In 1999, I ran across an identical parts bike that I bought for $250 for future generations of joy. As of January 2005, the bike has 11,468 miles on it.  I've been taking it out a dozen times a year or so ever since I fired it back up for nostalgia - an 11.7 quarter mile & 123 mph ain't bad for an antique; enough to get a middle-aged man's heart pumping!

Dan Hopkins