When I dream at night it's usually about scantily clad, blonde, hippy chicks running through flowery fields on warm summer days. But a couple of days ago, Mamma Lis' and I made a deal about a cirtain 78 CB750. and things have changed. Now, the same hippy chicks are present in my dreams, but they can't keep their soft asses off of the seat of my sweet CB chopper. Dreams are good.