Im new to this site and would like to share about my 76 KZ90. I think its a great story, for me anyway. I originally got the bike in the summer of 78 with 650 miles on it, Had an H2 for about 6 months and while it was cool I never really felt comfortable with its tweakiness. Found 900 in the paper on Friday went to the bank and borrowed 1500.00 to add to my saved 1000.00 and set off Saturday morning with my dads work truck and girlfriend. Living in rural central Virginia it was a 2 hour drive to meet the owner. Eyes laid on it I knew it was coming home with me. Brief negotiation and for 2200.00 it was mine. Rode it almost every day even thru winter and a couple of attempts at 2 colleges. Put 11000+ miles on it by 83. Taste changed so I got a Harley and sold it to a buddy only to buy it back 2yrs later. Then marriage and kids came about and I was forced to thin the herd and I again sold it to the same friend , Jay, knowing it was going to a good home once again. Fast forward to 2018 and my Mom dug out some old pics and in them was one of me jumping a bridge while my friend belly down snapped the shot. College. Since November I have been on a mission to find it and hope fully bring it to its true home. Unfortunately Jay had passed away 18yrs ago and trying to find his parents was an every Sunday morning ride to the country knocking on doors in the area. This past Sunday, Feb 10, I located his parents house and left a note then headed back home. They called an hour later and told me the bike went to a cousin and gave me his number. When I called a lady answered and I explained who I was and what I was hoping to find. She let me know that her husband would never part with it but got him for me anyway. We spoke for about15 mins and he agreed that I could come out on Monday and take a look. With 3000.00 in my pocket and no sleep thinking about how he told me it was garage kept I set out to see if I could wrangle it form his place back to mine. Damn he meets me in his drive and I know him from 35 yrs earlier. I told him how Jay had gotten the bike from me twice and I would really like it back telling I was sure that gas receipts and registration of mine were in the tail compartment. Sure enough there they were and at that moment he said its yours. Hell yes. I asked David how much was it gonna take since garage kept in the country means only 3 sides and no door. His reply was 500.00 donation to his church and I said done and asked if he had quit drinking Jack Daniels, along time ago he stated Loaded bike up and I inquired how long since he quit drinking. With a smile he let me know that he hadn't just drinks better whiskey now. It was a pleasure to see him after all this time and Ive got it back.
