This 1990 VFR750R recently sold for $37,900 on eBay. It was offered by a California dealer, Classic Avenue, and shows 5,300 miles with some signs of actually being used on the street, and included the following details:
"There are a few scratches in the paint finish around the bike, and I suspect the bottom of the fairing was repainted, likely because of scratches – there are no dings. All body panels are original, and the tank is totally free of blemishes and scratches/dents. Seat is excellent as is the rest of the bike. The bike is accompanied by a clean, clear title, books, spare keys, manuals, original rear track stand, and a full set of completely untouched tools."
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The selling price of this rider-grade collectible (if any RC30 can be called "rider-grade") shows that RC30 prices are continuing their gradual climb. Here's hoping the new owner will continue to see street time with this beautiful VFR.

A few years ago, Patti and I took a riding break in the Nashville, TN area. Part of our tour included the northern part of the Natchez Trace, a 444-mile National Parkway stretching from Nashville to Natchez, MS. Looking for another getaway last week, we checked the weather around the eastern U.S., and found Mississippi to be enjoying a spell of seasonably mild temperature and humidity levels. Off we go.

We based ourselves at Tupelo in northern Mississippi, a comfortable day's trailering away. Next morning, we leave the truck and trailer safely parked at a hotel, climb aboard the Victory Cross Country Tour and make our way to Laurel, MS, about 240 miles, partly on the Trace and finishing on some great two-lane. Our stay for the night is a bed & breakfast in Laurel's historic district, which we soon discover to be located next door to Ben and Erin, hosts of HGTV's "Home Town." As we load up next morning they give a friendly wave, and we're off to the historic river town of Natchez.

We make our way back to the Trace via secondary roads and small towns. The day is one of five identical weather days — sunny and 82 degrees. Much of the Trace is shaded by massive pines and oaks, allowing the temperature to drop four or five degrees. It's a weekday and the Trace is nearly devoid of traffic so I set the cruise control to 54 MPH for a relaxing ride south (the speed limit is 50). Looking for a butt break, we turn off at a little crossroads called French Camp. There's a small welcome center so we wander in and the nicest lady in the world fills us in on the mission and history of French Camp.

Our stay tonight would be at the Clermont Bluffs Bed & Breakfast just north of downtown Natchez, situated high above the mighty Mississippi with a view to die for. We hiked into town for BBQ ribs at the Pig Out Inn followed by desert at the Cotton Alley Cafe.

This town reeks of well-preserved history. The preservation is due in large part to the fact that during the Civil War the town remained loyal to the Union, and so was spared the fate of many prominent towns and cities in the south, which were ransacked and burned by both sides in the conflict. Historic buildings and the many antebellum mansions are now tourist attractions. The town was also a trading center, attracting average folks from the Ohio River valley who would build large rafts to float their goods down the Ohio and Mississippi rivers to Natchez, where they would sell everything, including the raft's logs, party awhile, then make their way back home via an old Choctaw and Chickasaw Indian trail, which would eventually become known as the Natchez Trace.

As a Union stronghold, after the war Natchez became one of the many sights of a National Cemetery, and the Clermont happens to be situated adjacent to the Natchez National Cemetery. Our National Cemeteries are solemn but beautiful and moving places, testament to the ultimate waste of the Civil War — some 700,000 Americans killed by one another. The original interment at Natchez National Cemetery was 3075, of which only 305 were known, the others simply marked as "Unknown Soldier." I took a long and quiet early morning walk alone among the white marble headstones as the sun rose on another beautiful day along the Mississippi.

After another fine breakfast we are loaded and moving north to Tupelo — 260 miles on the Trace today. With no reason to rush our final day on the bike, we take our time, stopping at most of the many historical markers plus coffee at French Camp.

At day's end we load the bike on the trailer, get a refreshing swim in the hotel pool, and grab some Pizza and beer out. The next day takes us back to Illinois and home.

We decide that this ride's theme was "riding into history." If you appreciate history, good food, great people and a relaxing ride on one of America's truly great roads, the Natchez Trace is waiting.

Eighteen months ago I picked up a new 2015 Triumph Bonneville as my "exit bike." You're familiar with the terms "entry bike" or even "re-entry bike?" Well, as we age, sport bikes, big dual-sports and heavy cruisers become more and more difficult to manage — it's yet another fact of aging that we all will eventually have to face.

Hopefully, that time is still far off in the future for me, but I've been considering the eventuality and decided to find a suitable bike that would fulfill that mission and still be fun today. I thought I'd found it in the air-cooled 865cc Triumph, but, try as I might, I couldn't seem to get the "fit" that I was after — it always felt too small for my bulk.

Still, I'm drawn to the Triumph attributes of retro looks, tractable motor and the comfortable seating of a standard-style bike. So, off to a local Triumph dealer for some test rides. I was really interested in their updated Scrambler 900 along with the 1200 Bonneville. I test rode both but wasn't really sold, especially at their premium prices. To his credit, the sales manager invited me to demo a 2018 T100. This model doesn't feature the 2019 changes to the 900 "High Torque" motor so I assumed I wouldn't care for it. It does feature the same frame and most everything else from the 1200 bike, but sporting a single-disc front brake and no electronic ride modes (I discovered on the test rides that I don't need 'em). I was pleasantly surprised when I walked away as a convert to the lighter, simpler T100. Turns out there's a good selection of my target bike, model year 2016-17. I found two new left-overs at area dealers and three slightly used for sale by private parties within a day's drive from home base. I eventually settled on a 2017 located five hours south near Bloomington, Indiana.

So, early one Saturday Patti and I set off with the Kendon trailer to find seller Chris at his bucolic home tucked away in thick woods along a narrow country lane. The bike was perfect. He and his wife had bought it for her, but she lost interest due to a traffic scare after only 133 miles!

Still on factory warranty, the Bonnie sports a Triumph "comfort" seat in dark, leather-look brown with matching hand grips, an OEM luggage rack and very period-looking Burly tail pack. With paperwork exchanged, we're homeward bound.

I couldn't schedule the 500-mile service for another two weeks, but, anxious to put some miles on her, I siphoned the old gas out, changed the oil and filter, ditched the luggage rack and headed north into the Kettle Moraine in southeast Wisconsin for a 150-mile meet-n-greet ride on a perfect June morning. This is a fine motorbike. A sincerely relaxed ride, reminding me of an old BMW airhead, the soothing rumble of the torquey engine effortlessly clicking off the miles in comfort and class, sun glinting off the tank, exquisitely finished in Intense Orange over New England White.

If this is to be my exit bike, I can go contentedly into the sunset.

Reader Kim from Australia has finished the paintwork on his 1986 VFR750F project. He elected to go with the Pearl Crescent White factory look. That's an MRA touring windscreen, but the rest is pure Honda. The all-over white with sharply contrasted blue seat gives the already tailored second-gen VFR a black-tie formal look, with black chrome mufflers the perfect finishing accessory. Nice work, Kim.
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With the mechanical checks complete on Project 24, a 1995 VFR750, I hooked up the gas bottle and battery, pushed the magic button....and the beast awakened. Once warmed, I was able to sync the carbs and she's running smooth and happy. The next step is to finish up the detailing, but before I get to that how about we pull the muffler and let 'er breathe....