Here's my skinny ass on my 1982 Honda CB750C. Circa 1995 or so. Consider it a replacement for the stock photo of a CB750C in my previous post.
It was a truly amazing bike. Only had four gears, but I could downshift and pass just about anything, at highway speeds. Even back then, I wanted more and faster, but looking back, it delivered just about anything anyone could ask. Except I kept dragging the darn pegs and pipes in the twisties, lol.
I laid that bike down in the mountains of northern Georgia, and it was scrapped. It was that down that made me ATGATT, though it's taken many years to actually accomplish.
What I'm wearing in that picture is basically how I used to ride. In SC, there's no helmet law. In GA, I had a non DOT skull cap.
Night was falling and my ex and I pulled our jackets and gloves out of the trunk, just about 20 minutes before the down. Thankfully, we were already in long pants at the time. I was wearing custom made cowboy boots, I got when stationed in South Korea. I still wore them for years, after that down, but there's a horrible tear, just above the ankle, that I later sealed with ShoeGoo.
My ex wore a full face helmet. It was gouged and scratched from the top of her head right down to her chin. I had a skull-cap. Her hitting me drove my head into the gravel and destroyed that useless piece of shit. If my head had gone any other way, I'd have lost my face.
Regardless, when I compare it to Tora, there's no comparison. The FZ6R kicks it's ass in nearly every way. There's a soft spot in my heart, though for old bikes. If you're the type of person who has a stable of rides, find yourself a 1982 CB750C. It's a wonderful ride.