My favorite racebike, color scheme, rider, and number in no particular order.
Look at all the groovy details on that thing. Fox shox, gold mag wheels (Lester's?), number plates straight from Ed's dirt track days, Lockheed brakes. The stock seat cut down so his tiny ass could actually touch the ground. Braced swingarm, covers modified for ground clearance, oil cooler, steering damper. Those forks were a huge diameter for that time. Check out that tach. Better yet, how about the knee slider made out of 200mph tape? That shit was the shit. I got to meet Ed at Road America around this time. He was sitting in his pit in a director's chair in his leathers. The old man handed me a pen and a program and gave me a push. I remember that like it was yesterday. Thanks Dad. Don't lose that autograph, by the way if you're reading this.
If somehow I could only see motorcycles looking a certain way (you know like guys that hang around Harley dealerships all fucking weekend), they would all look like this. Pole growing out of Ed's head and that Chris Hillman looking dude creepin' me out notwithstanding.
Stolen pic stolen from Slideblog