One strange day. First, I contacted my insurance carrier about a mistake on my insurance card that just arrived that said gs500 instead of 550.(no such thing as gs500 in 1977). Weird but I'm covered. OK, whatever. Next, ran an errand for the local post office to get suitable monetary change at the local bank. Cool, no problem. After delivering said funds to post office on my gs550, some guy saw me and had to mention that he used to have a Honda Nighthawk 450 that he gave to his brother because he(the donor) would fall asleep whenever he rode it. He mentioned my bike being nice and the only thing I could think of is that I don't have that problem, with a mischievous grin.