Well I was innocently driving to work this morning when my mobile (cell) phone rang, and bugger me if it wasn't ol' satan himself, in the guise of my little mate Leo, the local bike wrecker. Now Satan, for all his faults, doesn't try to tempt me with poxy heaps of #$%*e like Kawasaki GPZ305's, or even closer to home, Honda VF750's, you see, the great dark one has a bit of pride, and he knows that I'll only weaken for CB750's. (and big Suzy's, but thats's another story)
So ol' beelzebub, in his best impersonation of Leo's voice says, "hey mate" (did I mention that the Prince of Darkness is an Aussie, or maybe a Kiwi?) "I just got in an old CB750, it's got the original pipes, but the forks arent too good, and the seat's a bit rusty, do ya want it?" Well of course, I was all over the deal like a fly on #$%*, and next thing I knew I'd handed over 500 Aussie bucks (about 400 US) for this thing, and as I was driving away in the company van, with this "bargain" strapped in the back, "the penny dropped" and I realised that I'd been hosed over by Lucifer himself, with that fiendish laughter following me up the road, a bit like Brooeeeewhahaha-hardy-har-har, cough cough, hack!
Anyway, still under his spell no doubt, I waited around the corner until I was sure the coast was clear, and sneaked it into my back yard while the wife was out Christmas shopping, and had a close look at this 'orrible thing. It's a 1972 K2 according to the numbers, and has been severely neglected, it kinda gives "rat Bikes" a bad name! I asked my son Tim to pose for some pics, but he only lasted for a couple before he had to run away, violently ill when I told him how much I paid for it? Hmmmnnnn, what do you guys reckon? Cheers, Terry.
