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Went back down to the bike again. Took fresh battery. As soon as I got there popped the old one out and the new one in. The guy looked at me like I was preforming brain surgery. Tried firing up the bike, still wouldn't start. Finally got it to catch and run, really poorly. Black soot out the back, coughing and weezing. After a little bit of that it settled down. And then purred.
He looked at me and said, so it was just the battery? I thought he was going to cry.
I took it for a little spin down his street. It was perfect.
I came back and he said let's hurry up before he changes his mind. Finished up the paperwork and got out of there, my dad following me. As soon as I got up on the freeway the low fuel light came on. Of again to fuel up. No reserve tap on this thing.
Then up I-5 about 50 miles home. It just went. My hands got a little tired, and buzzy. But that was fine. It never skipped a beat.
Needs a new rear tire. And spark plugs. I think he never rode it very hard and the between the plugs fouling and an old battery it gave up on him. A fresh battery and an "Italian tuneup" and it's all back to normal.
I could easily give it a bath and make a grand or so flipping it. But I'll just enjoy it.