Nothing that fancy. This, except greener, and I think it had the tuning fork badge rather than “Yamaha” on the tank. Can’t swear to that.
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Now I'm thinking the tuning fork logo was elsewhere. The racing stripe atop the tank was continued on the erar skirt behind the seat. Manual drum brakes. Heel-toe shifter (one down, three up, I think). The carb was in the side of the crankcase. I never found anything in Augusta faster to 30MPH than bigger two strokes. Not very many cars could beat it to 40MPH. A granny in a tired Rambler could beat it to 50MPH, which was the clocked top end (by my dad and a couple of friends), despite Yamaha's claimed 55. To sustain 50 against much wind or more than ~10 degree grade, I had to lay down on the tank. OTOH, it still ran quite well with two people on it. I usually saw 90-100MPG. It could have gotten much better but gas was cheap and I was all about acceleration and speed (such as it was).
It was billed as a scrambler, but it was basically a street bike with a high pipe and compromise tires (biased toward street riding). It saw a LOT of dirt time, including trail riding for fun and learning how to control slides, turns, and stops on dirt roads, which saved my life more than once in gravel or on wet pavement. It also got jumped enough that I was amazed the shocks still worked when I sold it.
A few years later I borrowed my BIL's Kawasaki triple 250 over the winter when my van died, When the weather warmed up and he wanted it back, we bought a Yamaha XS650E twin. The bike pictured is a random internet photo; my luggage rack also had a sissy bar that adjusted forward and back. I routinely carried a 100W combo (or occasionally a small practice amp) strapped on the luggage rack with the guitar strapped to the sissy bar. It handled like a drunk pig, but it worked.
After I ran that ragged, I traded it for one of the very first Honda Interceptors, a 1983 VF750F water-cooled V4. It was billed as easy to maintain (based on their latest race bike!) but it was a pain to work on. When they first came out, each Honda dealer was allocated exactly four for the forseeable future. I had read glowing reports about this and the newest Kawasaki 750. I wanted to test ride both. But every Interceptor in Atlanta was sold well before the dealers got them. I found a dealer an hour north of Marietta in Dahlonega who had a couple. "If you come up on your current bike, you can have a test ride." The dealer himself gave me the keys, jumped on a Kawasaki KZ1000 and said, "follow me!" Once he saw I could handle the bike, we spent the next hour tearing up back roads in the mountains. I called my wife, she said sure, I signed a contract, got the loan the next day, and picked the red one. Only then did I find out the dealer had bought the first Interceptor to arrive, and that I had thus ridden his personal bike the day before. Incredible! The blurry photo below is that bike. I miss it.