I am Donuts of Richmond Ca. I'm not particularly smart, good looking or tall. The good news is I have most of my teeth and I can count to 100 without any help.
Recently I rescued a lonely '76 CB550k with 30,000 miles. Despite its relatively low miles this thing is weathered, damaged and modified beyond it's actual wear.
Poor thing, it's not her fault. She's just an innocent bike with a good heart and big dreams. Her condition is the result of neglect and broken promises. Betrayed by weak, blind owners her beauty and strength were left to fade in the back yards of Berkeley Ca before she was abandoned on a San Francisco street. While being picked at by crack heads, and poor hipsters she collected citations and pigeon sh*t. For further punishment and blame she was taken to the "city tow" and languished for months in a dusty water front warehouse. The indignity of being auctioned off was only softened by the possibility of a new sincere relationship.
That's when we met. Under the scars and shame I saw her beautiful curves and desire to please. BAM! "Sold to the man with most of his teeth!" I had no business spending $600.00 on a glancing flirt but in my experience the good looking damaged ones are the best ride. Besides I figured I could be a hero and she wouldn't ask for much.
Well, it's been a month. Cleaned the gummed up carbs, charged battery, rebuilt front brake system, ran through wiring. I got her started and warmed up! I haven't thrown my leg over yet but that anxious purr indicates her willingness. It's only proper to rub her down lube her up and fiddle with the pipes before taking a long fast ride. I'll probably take it easy though it's been a while for both of us.
Cheers Guys, looking forward to hanging out.
