Oh man, does that bring back memories. We lived down the street from the municipal court judge and would get ours wound up and kill them and coast home as we went by so he wouldn't hear us. That worked great until the day he was actually standing out there and saw us go by, very quietly of course. Problem was, it was about 10 PM and we went by lights out and engine off. He has lost an arm and had a hook in its place and was pretty terrifying sitting on the bench the next morning when Dad drug out butts in there on his request. I bet I washed more police cars in my time than most car washes. Sweet bike for sure and back then, a buck's worth of gas would run it for a week.