There ain't many bikes that can boast the sound of the K0/K1 with original pipes.
I still remember living 1969-1971 in Peoria, IL, the drag-town of the midwest where the NASCAR prototypes were marketed and Main Street on Friday and Saturday nights were like no place else, ever. The cops, on their H-D Police bikes, would pull over to watch and only get involved if a wreck or potential injury happened, as their bikes (and cars!) could not hope to keep up with the fantastic vehicles staging at the 5 stoplights west of the 'top of the hill'. In the midst of the Superbirds, the Heavy Chevies, the Daytona Chargers, Shelby Cobras and 'Stangs could be heard the raking scream of the redlined 750, usually putting down any one of those magnificent cars, or fighting it out with one of the Kawi mosquito foggers... (sorry, Terry!
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One August night a street fight broke out near the Steak 'n 'Shake, between the Peoria Blacktoppers and a nearby Angels' chapter. The chops were astounding in full Saturday-night dress, and they were jousting (for real) with each other in runs toward each other across the white line. At first they were trying to kick each other over until a Blacktopper broke his left leg against a Panhead chop, then things got ugly. The Police got on their H-Ds and rode away (to get more help? Dunno...) from their spot at the Steak and Shake, and gunfire started happening shortly after that. In that, I still remember hearing 2 different CB750s somewhere in the midst of the smoky street, running intermittently to redline and crackling their signature. The fight went on until I backed out during the gunfire (about 11 PM), but I heard the noises until past midnight.
