On Saturday morning I did one last check of the old blue beast, decided to cable tie a couple of wires to the handlebars, then I purchased an "Unregistered Vehicle Permit" so I could ride it over to Ace Motorcycles for a Roadworthy Inspection. The bike ran flawlessly on the way over, and I decided that after the inspection I'd take the long way home.
Jeff loved the bike, he said he couldn't fault it, and it flew thru the inspection. One of the other customers there was 'rapt in it, he's an English bloke about my age, and he said he'd owned several Suzuki 2 strokes in England before migrating to Oz, and loved them. That really pumped me up, over here CB750's are really common and while I still get a few thumbs up from guys who remember them, everyone who looked at the T500 had something nice to say about it. I stopped at a gas station to fill it up on the way home and again, it drew a crowd of interested old farts who vaguely remembered them from back in the day.
I was riding on the freeway, when it started to miss and fart. Fcuk. I looked down and it looked like both (clear) fuel lines were empty? WTF? The (vacuum) fuel tap was on, so I turned it around to "Prime", but it didn't appear to make any difference? Hmmnn. Finally it rolled to a stop a couple of hundred yards before my exit, so I pushed it, which was quite scary with cars and trucks roaring past at 60 MPH.
I got it running again, but it had suddenly become a 250, so I nursed it home, and later today I'll swap out the fuel tap for a non-vacuum item, and see if that solves it, and check the ignition etc at the same time. A little bit of a piss-off, but I also remember when it was running well, it went like a rocket, so looking forwards to sorting it out and doing a decent ride.
T500 Saturday 4 March 2023 by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr
It was in the 90's all weekend, so by the time I got the old girl home I needed a nice cold drink, or ten....
Ginger beer by
Terry Prendergast, on Flickr