Today, I only have one motorcycle because today, I finally sold the 1978 Kawasaki KZ650 I bought a few years back with the intention of getting it running. It’s a good feeling because I felt guilty in recent years for not having the time to work on it.
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I put the bike up on Craigslist for about three times what I paid for it. I had a bunch of emails with people interested but they were nibbles, not bites. Then I got one which was kind of shady. It was from a guy saying he was coming to the States to pick up some other bikes and wanted to take a look at mine. I was skeptical, for what I assume to be obvious reasons. Oddly enough, he followed through by giving me a call once he was in the States. It was an Irish man named James, and he arranged a time to come look at the bike. I was going to go meet him at my parents, but today was the day that the weather took a turn for the colder than [insert something really cold] and my car wouldn’t start because the battery was frozen (no, colleagues, my battery isn’t bad and in need of replacement, it’s just -17 F and that breaks things a bit). My dad ended up being the salesman. I bet he was more than eager to get the bike out of his garage. Rightly so.
I’m both happy and sad to see the bike go. I’m sad that I never got it running. It taught me a lot about engines and I always felt like I was just this close to getting it running. Maybe someday, when i have a place to store it of my own, I’ll get another and restore it properly.