Hey KB readers and riders.
Just a quick introduction, i'm Eden, Rider of 5 years, owned 2 bikes, ridden ALOT more, motorcycle addict and avid lay mechanic.
I've finally decided to post my 1974 KZ400 rebuild. Been a lurker in these forums for a few years and havn't really found a reason to post or ask anything significant, but thought hell, it's about time!
It might also be a good way of asking some of you guys questions in regards of what to do, technicalities and where to go next.
So to get you up to speed.... rewind a few years to June 2011
It started when i accidentally chopped my index finger off whilst lubing my chain on my 1992 Suzuki GSF250 Bandit - a freak accident that left me unable to ride for at least a year, and kicking myself pretty hard.
Said lack of finger - Yummy.
So instead of wallowing in despair, and not being able to ride, i instead dreamed about having the chance to revive a dying motorcycle and give it a good help of brat style loving. While trawling through bikeexif.com, returnofthecaferacers.com,silodrome.com, dotheton.com, pipeburn.com and revivalcycles.com (all highly reccommended) my interest peaked and i found myself thinking about customising one of my own during the day and dreaming about it at night - absolutely hooked.
A couple of months later my father came home from work and broke the news to me. He had found a 1974 Kawasaki KZ400 Cafe Racer that a french guy names Francois wanted to get rid of. Instantly my ears perked up. Two days and $900.00 later, that beast was sitting in the driveway. And what a worn out, mistreated and under maintained beast it was...
The front brake was locked on and leaking fluid, the rear tyre looked like something akin to Burt Monroes nugget-filled cracked specialty. The electrics were as useful as colourful liquorice, and the battery was dead. It was leaking oil out of several places (god knows how many), every chrome surface had rust, the frame had been cut and severely weakened for aesthetic purposes, both fork seals were leaking all over the place. The seat was wooden and unpadded with cracked fibreglass tail mounted onto the back - if you were riding it for more than 30mins you would probably come off with a compacted spine. (Assuming the thing ran, that is).
Ok, ok, you get the idea. Long story short, it took about 600m of towing behind a car to get the damn thing even turning over by itself, and the amount of black smoke coming out the exhaust was deplorable. I guess it may have done the ton a long time ago, now it struggled over 80kph and was just a sick old commuter dressed up to look like something flash. Not much of a kwikasfucki...
And now the picture of the not so stoked me thinking about the amount of work needed to get this thing even legal..
Aaaaand me after deciding to take it for it's last cruise before the breakdown. In hindsight i now understand why my dad was so nervous about me driving it - it REALLY was a deathtrap.
Got any one interested to hear more?
Will post more if there's some interest.![]()
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