Spent the morning dialing in a '72 CB350. Carbs are finicky little bastards but once you get them breathing right, that engine sings. Makes you forget about every busted knuckle along the way.
Spent the morning dialing in a '72 CB350. Carbs are finicky little bastards but once you get them breathing right, that engine sings. Makes you forget about every busted knuckle along the way.