I was six or seven years old when my best friends dad went and bought a brand new 1980 flh. for years i would dream what it would be like to be on that bike and just ride. Now thirty years later I was over to the old mans house he took me aside asked me if i wanted the old bike. he cant ride anymore and cant stand to see it sit. So long story short he said name a price. I named a price, he liked it and was glad to see me get it as he always considered me a son. So finally Im one of those guys that got a deal on the old harley sitting in the barn, and the sentimental value is a plus.