Obsession, yes, with a bit of masochistic kink. There was a feeling of accomplishment to giving that 1968 Bonnie a tuneup and feeling the motor get fierce again; the downside was having to do it every week or so. It was a joyful day in 1969 when a thief relieved me of the nasty b---h. Took the insurance money, bought a used BMW R69s from a boondocks Honda shop where they couldn't move it, rode the Beemer home with change in my pocket, and never looked back. Whoever you are that ripped off that damn Turnip, God bless ya!