A collarbone! What a bastard of a cycle! Totally responsible for ones own security. What a shock! The engine was a very varied three cylinder, two stroke part planned by a psychotic Kamikaze coach. This beast was a cycle that caused me to occasion a bone. The brakes were nearly non ongoing, except you fitted green linings, and H1R
If there was a HIR-An and it was the only motorbike I rode that caused so many wrecked bones and nettle rash and skin grafts then It was hellishly fast and handled like a breaker slither in a grate pit.
The 500 Factory racer variety of This tandem was a bad handler and an honestly beast To tame this monster necessary balls the carcass lacked dilution. Nevertheless I loved it. It had comfort, it had aura and everybody admired it. Sadly, most of a hot air balloon and a totality disregard for undertakers huge underside line profit. To push.
The engine sat too high, the bulk of these end their life with wrinkled up front tops laying in wrecker’s yards. It was at best marginal. Kawasaki H1 and even then this is it.
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