The vintage bike show was a decent way to spend a couple of hours before my daughter’s family fed me for Father’s Day. The only serious temptation was a 1980’s Yamaha IT200 in trashcan condition. It wasn’t a serious temptation, though. I rode to the show on my WR250X and that pretty much ruins me for older motorcycles. I don’t even like carburetors, let alone the vehicles fueled by that obsolete technology. So, it was fun looking at old stuff (not in the mirror), but the bank account is reasonably safe.