The Honda 750F2 that replaced the commando which no one in Edinburgh or Glasgow wanted took me to West Berlin in the winter of 1975 travelling through East Germany, other UK personal were forced to use the train to take their bikes. West Berlin was an amazing 'bikers' world, big Germans on small 50cc Italian motorbikes were a sight to seen.
The Honda was driven all year round and went on to do 120,000 with only tyres, oil filters and plugs replaced, I must admit that one thing did go wrong, the gear indication switch that screwed into bottom of the gear box needed to be replaced, cost about £10 and one socket and no more neutrals at 100 down the autobahn. It ended up with a Rickman full fairing and a set of their panniers.
One night in Richmond we went through a rotten farm gate into a very boggy field, hit a pheasant at 70+mph and it still started first thing in the winter after standing outside all night.
Edgar Brothers sold me a 'topper' which took me thousands of happy miles the Honda was sold and I started long association with shaft drive Yamaha's, even their 650 Turbo that used to take us to the Alps from Scotland.
Age catches up and todays traffic could ruin a life long love of motorbike so I gave them up.
I once drove over Blackmount on my XS850 on a freezing January morning, coming towards me the police 4×4 waved so waved back, later I was asked why I didn't stop! would you stop on rutted Frozen snow.
5 Yamaha and the only fault with any of them was the bolt on the end of the gearbox main shaft, it sheared on the way to a 24 hour meeting in the South of France, I discovered that leaning the bike to the right the bolt head and washer moved out of the way of the gear selector, it took us back home over two Alpine passes and Yamaha UK gave me a new bolt a workshop manual and wished me the best of luck fixing it, the broke piece of the bolt screwed out by finger, new bolt installed and bike back on the road in less than two hours. Fault Japanese, No, fault NVT certainly, a name doesn't mean the goods are superior in anyway, 45 years on and with modern material the Norton Commando MK3 Interstate would be an amazing bike, the acceleration was amazing, it handled really well, it was nice to ride, but the taxi driver sitting along side me at the traffic lights on Lothian road couldn't stop laughing, pointing at the engine he waved his hand up and down. I got off the Honda and walked across to a motor cycle police rider to ask him about his Norton rotary, "what's the Norton like?" with a growl he told me to * off. Says it all.