It’s called becoming a mrmber of the Broken Angels Motorcycle Club (as in skin and bones). Happened to me on the day before Memorial Day in1988 on a BMW R75/5. I’ve looked at a lot of new BMW bikes since but never touched or ridden one.
I’ve always lusted after BMW Motorcycles, too, but after that Honda incident, I also passed on the opportunity, even when I had the money to buy one.
I had a customer, who was Chief Custodian of Harley-Davidson, and he had 14 new, classic, pristine Harleys in his pole barn. He wanted to trade me 2 of them for labor and materials on some jobs, but sadly I had to turn him down, as I couldn’t pay my Family Farm’s business (closed 11/1/11 after 22yrs) bills with them.