The "Billy Bike", a real 1945 "45 cu in" and the 1963 FL . . . that '63 is so cool. When a dealership or museum acquires an old motorcycle that's traded, etc . . . it now sits idle for everyone to enjoy. But, to me it's almost like the bike is being held hostage all of a sudden. The life it once had with the owner that rode it for years and years on countless excursions and adventures is gone for now. It's dead in the water. Nobody is enjoying the whirring sound of the pan motor after a long weekend on the road. The smell of oil and fuel, the heat, the snicka-click of the 4 speed. It's just there in body - but, the soul is now stagnant.