Poor pink. Once a favourite choice amongst custom bike builders of yore, when it was applied to pretty much all and sundry that dared to step in front of a spray gun, it now finds itself relegated to the "the hell you will" section of the colour swatch book by us too cool for school, 21st century bike builders. But why? Physics tells us that it's just another wavelength on the visible light spectrum, differing in shade from it's red and purple neighbours by the vibratory dance of a few meagre photons. It's the colour that rains down from the stratosphere and into our retinas to make a good sunset ride into a great one, and it's also the colour of boobs. And who the hell doesn't like them? Fjodor Ritikoff sure does - about as much as he likes Hondas, and as much as we like his Honda FT 500. Which is (you guessed it) pink.