Oh yeah, I remember those days well. I was 14 in 1990 and my first bike was going to be a new Honda Nighthawk 250, I was sure of it.
My dad had just bought a Shadow and I picked up a brochure for the Nighthawk while at the dealership. I read that thing so many times that I had it memorized. I would dream nonstop about the day I would get that bike. I had it all planned out: how much it would cost, what the down payment would be, how much the monthly payments would be, how I was going to pay for it all, how I was going to talk my dad into co-signing, blah blah blah. I wanted that bike so bad I could taste it. My only struggle was whether to go with red or blue.
It didn't end up going like that; I got a much more practical car instead of a bike when I turned 16. I didn't get my first bike until four years later when I was 20, and it was far from the new Nighthawk I had dreamed of. But dreaming was fun.