She’s here, she’s here: my ‘78 750f rolled of the transport today! Put the key in, pulled the choke, hit the start button and I was listening to the music of a newly tuned motor humming away.
Then the driver pointed out where he had scratched the tank, and both side panels.
But the music of the engine was pushing away those dark clouds.
So now the real fun begins, the transformation to cafe/bobber: and licensing, out of state title, inspection. But did I mention she sounds sweet………
Buck