Fast-forward 11years and I get a text from a friend of mine while I'm in Montana, that at his dad's estate sale in Saskatchewan, there's a bike that no one seems to be bidding on. He texted a quick picture of the bike and I saw the GT750 badge on the tank. I told him, I'll take it. A few days later I returned from Montana, and he from Saskatchewan and we rolled the heavy beast into my garage. It sat for a few weeks, but seeing as I had already started on my XJ650 project I hauled it off to my dad's farm to store it in his shop for the winter.
I've thought about that bike off and on. I had always wanted to do a some-what radical custom on it, but seeing as this example was all there, and almost all original, I think it's a bit of a shame to cut it up. While it's not yet a rare bike, it is getting harder to find, especially in decent original condition. The more I think about the bike, the more I realize that I don't think I have time for it. Also, with my new love of guns, I need to choose where I divert my spending cash. Right now, guns are my top priority. Bikes are #2. This bike needs a full restoration to bring it back to it's former glory, and that's something I'm just not willing to pour my hard earned cash into.
While it is fun to own and dream of having a nice running GT750, the reality is that having this bike isn't all that important to me. Not as important as I thought it was back when I was in trade school. Interesting how interests change over the years. Back then, I would almost have killed to get my hands on a GT750. Now, I have one, and as long as I can find a good home for it, I don't care what I let it go for.
Here's a few pics of the beast.