One of my old bikes, heavy ole tank saved my ass in a crash with a pickup. I went up the bonnet and over the roof and it was the boxer cylinder head sticking out saved my leg from being crushed. Bike was knocked 30 yards up the road and I picked it up and rode it home. Pickup was undrivable ...
current bike, commuting, 5 speed box, needs 6, crap round town with constant gear changing but it gets me to work.
Another ex, stolen two days after the final payment was made, my first brand new bike too, bastards.
I hope they wrapped it round a tree and died .. seriously ... died slowly ...
where it all started, I loved this so much I traded it for the exact same model, same colour and everyone thought I just washed it :-)
too many to list in between in the last 27 years of riding everyday.