I wandered out to the garage today, and after putting hinges on the plywood hanging over the doorframe, I had new doors! Low-buck, that's me.
I haven't touched my poor CB550 except to push it from here to there and back as we've recently (well, December '08) moved 600 miles to our new farm. Poor thing has been languishing in an unheated, un-de-humidified drafty barn of a garage for the last year, and languished in an unheated, un-de-humidified drafty barn of a garage for two or three years before that as I was made redundant and enjoyed the trials and travails of joblessness for a bit. I was partway into a project on it when I got a new job, and never got back to it.
ANYWAY!
Rebuilt carbs, fresh gas, new battery (still gotta change the oil), but he had no love for me. I kicked myself half-dead before I ran the battery half-dead, and all he had for me was some faint-hearted popping and stumbling, occasionally voicing his displeasure with me with the occasional backfire. Yipes! No sustained fire and running for me, I've got to get back in his good graces.
The battery's back on the charger now, I'll get some good oil into him and give the carbys another going-over. Perhaps if I can coax some fire out of him I'll take him out and blow the dust off, then change the oil again, as it's been sitting in the sump all this 3 years' time (Yipes! again!).
Nick