So there I was, with plans to first look at the K100, 2.5 hours away from me. Then from there drive another 1.5 hours to look at a CB1100F. I loaded up my motorcycle hunting team for the day--Sons Numbers 1 through 3--and we set off at the crack of dawn. Naturally, our first stop was Tim Horton's so I could get my caffeine fix and they could get their carb load over for the day. From there it was uneventful highway driving in the rain, all the way to our first stop.
Mostly uneventful. The GPS told me to bear left at the split, but I'm so used to going right that I ignored it. Turns out my way took the same amount of time to arrive. Go figure. The Boys, though, are not ones to let an opportunity pass and proceeded to harangue me about it for the better part of, I don't know, five miles. Their bad behavior didn't deter me, though, and we met up with the K100 owner/seller at the appointed time.

After checking the K100 out and throwing a leg over it (multiple times), we arrived at a price and I left a cash deposit. Seller seems like a stand up guy, and he's only the second owner. A small ding in the tank (which I likely won't worry about), a couple nicks in the paint on the left side (which I likely won't worry about) are it for issues as far as I can tell.
Wish I could post a picture of what is surely an equally pristine 'survivor' CB1100F, but I never made it that far. Now to work out details to get this movable work of art home.