I’ve been fortunate to have had many great cars and bikes in my day. There are a handful that stand out that I’d like back:
1982 RX-7 GS. My first ‘good’ car. I babied it, had it repainted when it started looking worn and in general loved it and could have imagined keeping it forever. That all came to an end when I was massively rear ended, totalling the car before I was ready to move on.
1978 Honda CB750F Supersport. I got this bike after owning two other brand new bikes that were far more competent than this machine. But I found this bike in the classifieds looking for a winter project; something of low value I could take apart and maybe rebuild. This was a low mileage, 17 year old bike that looked brand new but only ran on three of the four cylinders. I bought it for approximately no money and did very little work on it. Other than the bad cylinder, which the previous owner told me was due to a cracked head, it was perfect and needed nothing. I rode it, as-is all winter, suspecting the head wasn’t cracked but not knowing what the actual problem might be. I finally took it to a a well respected bike mechanic who after listening to my list of symptoms and what I had tried, took out a rubber mallet, smacked the carb rack hard and charged me nothing for a now perfectly running bike. Stuck float in the carb.
It was nowhere near up to modern standards of handling, power or braking, but was just super nice and easy to ride. I gave it to a friend who had set me up with my first bike to repay that favor. Screw him, I should have kept it. He still has it.
2005 Lotus Elise. After owning this car as my daily driver for six years, I was pretty damned tired of the hassle and sold it. I had the option of parking it in the garage, slowly refreshing the cosmetics and worn components from track days and hard street use, but I didn’t. I am only now starting to regret that, mostly cause my memories of the harder days have started to fade.
2008 KTM 690 SMC. This was the craziest, most hooligan-ish bike I could imagine. It was also a POS that had changed hands three times before I picked it up as a poorly running example. I never got it quite right and it was a total pain in the ass to ride in heavy Seattle traffic. But damn! It would be right at home here in the canyons around Santa Barbara. Looking for another.
2009 BMW 135i. This was the car I just sold. The only one I’ve immediately regretted. Small, very powerful, convertible, the car I owned the longest. It was the right thing to do. But I miss my top-down blasts though the back roads here.