The Yammy

This was my baby for my first three riding seasons. I bought it off a down-on- his-luck guy from the west coast who had owned it since new. 23,000 original kilometers, and an epic sound from the three cylinders. Weird, rare, strange beast that threw me off when I forgot what all the old timers had told me "watch your downshifting in the rain - there's no play in the shaft drive." But I still loved her. Sadly, she's now sitting in my parents backyard, waiting for me to make up my mind - fix it, part it, or sell it.