Back in 87 I bought a brand new Honda 750 Night Hawk. Was basically the same thing as an Interceptor with out all the farings and BS. Same CBR 750 engine with 4 side draft carbs on the front.

I rode that thing everywhere. I was 21 at the time and had a blast with it. My ex-wife (GF at the time) told me to get rid of it,.. she said I was going to kill myself on it. One morning on my way to work I was in bumper to bumper traffic. I did as I usually did and started riding down the shoulder to pass everyone. The privs of having a bike right? Well not 15 cars down was an under cover state trooper and I didnt see him until I was already on top of him. He hit his light and me being young and dumb at the time decided I couldnt be late for work again. I was going to make him earn it. So I lit into it taking 13k through every gear. Came up to a bridge and needed to get off the shoulder,.. almost couldnt stop,.. no idea how fast I was going,.. probably 120 - 130+. Slowed down and got in between the cars splitting the lanes and picked up my speed again. My exit was coming up,.. and again I got over on the shoulder and hit my exit,.. ran the next 10 lights and made it to my job site. Put my bike inside the tool trailer to hide it. My adrenalin was pumping so hard I could barely breath. I was so scared I threw up. Then later that day I was scared to ride home at quitting time. I was paranoid all day. I never told my wife or anyone at work what happened. I put the bike up for sale that weekend and other than one of my father inlaw's Harley's I havent ridden much since.

Hurst