I picked up an 85 125 not long ago
11 years ago it was bored, wiseco hi comp piston, fully rebuilt, ran enough to make sure the build was good, and stored. after 11 years of sitting, I did nothing but add gas and oil, and it started and idled on the second pull.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.