It's deeper than all that. The Rocket III sparks some kind of memory pathway that leads to a deep, inviting pool of personal nostalgia. There are other bikes there, memories of the first bikes I rode and loved back in the 1970s when I was young and in lust with speed: Yamaha's crazy two-stroke RD400 and Honda's 400 Four, a wild little brute of a bike. Remember? Honda's CB750 of the late '60s has its own pedestal in my mental museum, though it's vanquished by Kawasaki's amazing KZ1000 when I see that in my mind's eye, just as the world turned toward that groundbreaking "Super Four" when it was released in '72. As I grew older, I nurtured the lust for power, never giving into comfort or style. One of my favorite '80s bikes was Suzuki's GS1150e. Looking back from modern bike standards, I'm not sure why that particularly boxy standard stole my heart, but man, I loved it. The late-'80s V-Max was and remains one of my all-time favorite street rods. And heck, I don't even have to hunt for recollections-the same bike is still on showroom floors! My next big turn-on was Kawasaki's ZX-11 when it was first introduced in '89. I bought one two weeks after giving birth to my daughter in '92 as a cure for postpartum depression (it worked like a charm). I didn't get to ride it much for the first year, but having it sitting there (in the living room like a shrine) kept me connected to my past, and also linked me to a future when my boobs would no longer have a job, and diapers would become a distant, smelly memory.