Got the bike loaded up in the heavy duty tow vehicle--hahahahaha.
This 81 kz750 has gone through some changes since its purchase. Before it ran like me, and I don't run very well. So the only thing to do is take off the airbox, because airboxes are horrible inventions, and bore out the vacuum holes. After this educated manuever, take a wild drunken guess as to what size jets to slap in there( currently 150 mains) and call it a day. She purs like a kitten, still a kind of sick, wet, cold kitten, but purs none-the-less.
The first night we ran her, she did a bunch of 13's and Justin did a 12.98 because he has to always be better than me, except when we talk about the the seven sisters... I'm a mad elf through there.
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