In the summer of 1965, I felt pretty smug making the Sunset Boulevard run on my Honda 305cc Super Hawk. The hot Japanese two-strokes hadn't arrived in force yet, and you could shrug off Harley-Davidson's iron as overpriced, underpowered, overweight and unreliable. The big strong 750 Brit bikes--Enfields, Matchlesses and Nortons--were pretty rare on the West Coast, and they, like BSA's 650s, seemed as likely to shake themselves apart as to embarrass the Japanese middleweights. The Triumph Bonneville was another matter. We Honda riders could claim technical superiority, but the Triumph twins had better handling, were faster and much prettier.