Hunter S. Thompson said something like "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." Don't think I ever understood it until I brought this home last Friday. The plan was to paint over the flames, fit it with a proper seat and start scouring eBay for period correct exhaust. But in the past 2 days, I'm starting to see the appeal of the weirdness. Maybe instead of fighting it, I'll go with it! Gonzo, baby! What do you think? Return it to stock? Get out the hot-glue gun and attach every marble, sea shell, bottle cap and troll doll I can find? I suppose there are intermediate positions on that continuum. It's a runner, by the way. '75 850-T with 48k miles. No chrome bits in the oil and had been ridden regularly.