I have had about 10 motorcycles over the years, some really great ones too, but the one I dream about is my 1969 Kawasaki 250 A1SS Samarai. It was light, quick and easy to ride. I used to ride it 90 miles to Galveston and ride it on the beach, then ride it back home. 300 miles was a good day. I ran from cops on it almost died on it and felt free for the first time on it. I took my girlfriend out on it and took my friends to work on it.
This is the only picture I could find of one. The seat is rotten but otherwise it looks like mine.
When I was in Ireland, the family I stayed with had a Honda Rebel that I learned to ride on. The dad was a motorcycle geek and had about 6. I haven't ridden since then, and I don't think I could pick it up again under threat of execution.