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I realise I have a real problem - I cannot go near my bikes without experiencing extreme feelings of grief.  Talking on this forum helps me to get my head straight.  When I was a kid, I was doing with my Triumph 650s, what you do with your Commando. I had a friend who had raced and he taught me how to build a race motor.  Everywhere we went on motorcycles was a road race.  Many years later he was my helper at road race meetings - he was the only other person to ride my Seeley 850 and I had never seen him so happy.  He died of heart failure while driving his car.  The girl who was with him copped an injured elbow, and a dog in the car his bounced-off was killed.  But what went on with his kids at his funeral was an utter disgrace. I am slowly getting better - I can now think about my bike without feeling bad.  My first race bike was one that my friend had built and would never sell to me. I eventually sold it back to him in much-modified condition for almost zero. When I first got it, it was impossible to ride - if I blinked, it went sideways, and if I backed-off in corners, I crashed.  It was the reason my friend did not race for 25 years.