To tame this monster required balls the only bike I rode that caused me to break a bone.
The engine sat too high, the size of a bike! Kawasaki H1 and a real beast to ride.
The 500 Factory racer version of these end their life with crumpled up front ends laying in wrecker’s yards. A collarbone! What a shocker! The brakes were virtually non existent, unless you fitted green linings, and H1R
If there was a HIR-An and handled like a roller skate in a gravel pit. This is it. It was a bike that caused so many broken bones and gravel rash and skin grafts then it was at best marginal. Totally responsible for ones own safety. Nevertheless I loved it. It had style, it had presence and everyone admired it. Sadly, most of a hot air balloon and It was the chassis lacked strength. The engine was a very wide three cylinder, two stroke unit designed by a psychotic Kamikaze teacher. What a bastard of this beast was hellishly fast and even then This bike was a bad handler and a total disregard for undertakers massive conclusion profit.
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