A little motorcycle jealousy

There's a woman across the street who just drove off on a seriously cool, shiny motorcycle. A fully-functioning, completely-put-together, not-at-all-in-parts-in-storage one. Not knowing much about motorcycles, I couldn't begin to tell you what kind it was. Not a "crotch rocket" or modern sporty style. Something more traditional looking. Something not altogether unlike the one I hope to one day learn to rebuild and drive for myself!

I've been admiring it since yesterday. Would have taken a photo but that seemed a little intrusive...