wonderful day out. Took the Sabre on a little trip around the countryside.
I'm loving that bike, it feels so good.
Had to drop anchor at an intersection. Seattle has hills, hills hills and more hills. Well, on this particular route - highway, there's a lighted intersection at the bottom of a short steep hill. Can't see the light until you're almost on it. Of course it turns just as I crest the hill, see a car pull into the intersection, grab the brakes, front tire squealing, bike stops at the line "Whew!" then promptly dies (I'm guessing the fuel was pressed against the front wall of the bowl and the idle jet was sucking air). Light turns - go about my merry way.
Get back home, the CB550 was looking at me - so I hit the starter, battery dies. Crap. Walk over to the CB750 Limited, it starts right up with a tank full of 2 month old gas and water in the bowls. This bike is like a lawn mower - it will run on anything. I haven't had it out for a while because of other projects, so the grass is growing around the pipes, the front tire is flat'ish, there's a huge nest of spiders under the tank making a home between the #2 and #3 carb.
Bike is warming up, I pump up the front tire, promptly lose the valve stem cap, back the bike up out of the weeds and take off. It's running like a top. Backfiring a bit, but rancid gas will do that to you
. I get back home with a dead speedometer, but hey I have some char-broiled spider for lunch, grill marks courtesy of the head.
