Our 1986 Yamaha Radian (Rachel) came to me by accident. I was initially looking for an older bike for a café conversion. My budget for this project was less than a grand. Ideally, in my mind, I would end up with some type of two cylinder Honda that I could easily get naked.  Looking through Kijiji, I found the perfect Honda CB550, and the bike was located in Burlington, Ontario (just over an hour from Toronto). When I got there, the imbecile seller from Kijiji had already sold the bike to someone else. After having driven over 100kms with a V8 Land Rover whilst hauling a trailer, I decided I just had to come back with a bike.  Looking through Kijiji once again, because we all know how serious some fellows can be on that website, I found what looked like a well maintained Yamaha for $2200. When I got there, I was in a hissy mood to say the least, having lost what I thought at the time was the perfect bike.  “I’ll give you $600 Cash, right now,” I exclaimed to the nice fellow, as his wife walked out of the house. “How much is he offering?” Shouted the wife as she approached us. “Six hundred dollars,” replied the seller as I took out the money in twenties so that it would look like it was more than what it seemed.  By then, the seller’s wife had come right beside him, who was trying to reason with me as to why the bike was worth more than my offering. “Six hundred dollars is all I can offer you” I told him once more. Before he could open his mouth to continue to reason with me, his wife elbowed him (hint - he better take it or else!).  Needless to say, we loaded the bike onto the trailer, and his wife and I had the biggest smile on our faces, which unfortunately is not what I can say about the nice guy to whom I had just given twenty twenties in cash.