Okay, so today I picked up the old BMW. It you click on the picture, you can see it a bit bigger. It actually is in better condition than the picture shows. I've been told it has around 50,000 miles on it, which is not bad for something thirty years old.
So I drove off into the headwind down south towards Alger and the Skagit Valley. Fun, fun, fun. This bike seems like old workhorse. Not too fast, pretty solid, sounds sort of like an air-cooled VW. But it dripped gas from a fuel line that needs to be replaced, so I attempted my first mechanical effort (of removing the fuel line) and it was relatively easy so far. Hopefully tomorrow morning I can repair it and go for a ride in the (predicted) seventy degrees and sun.
I can see how people can become passionate about these motorbikes. And I presently have a life that is void of hobbies (for years it was sailing, then skiing and mountain biking, and as of late, nothing), so who knows whether I will pursue this as an occasional means of transportation or more.