For those of you who read the last string, I changed the needle jets, likely the original 31-year-old jets, and reinstalled the carbs. I synched them, I tuned them and I went for a ride.
I wept.
She idles better, she accelerates better, that annoying slight popping is gone, even the clutch works better and she finds neutral easier. Not only that, I am now younger than I was yesterday and a far sight better looking. The first beautiful girl who saw me on my purring Widowmaker swooned and demanded that I take her on the spot. I did. Now I can't go back to that grocery store again for a while. Why couldn't I have run into her at Autozone?
This is only a slight exageration. OK, the part about the girl may not be true, but it should be. It's that good. And maybe I'm stretching a bit about the clutch and neutral - although I swear it seems like I am not. But it is a stone cold fact that the improvement in performance was breathtaking.
It's hard to type. Tears of joy blur the screen.
Patrick