It all started one morning this fall. I decided to take a walk to the grocery store instead of driving. As I did when I do take a good walk, I went down all the back alley ways, behind houses, and beside a few apartments. It was only about 2 blocks away when I glanced a gleam of chrome underneath a pile of leaves behind a apartment complex grage unit. I go over to the gleam and push all the leaves away. Lo and behold there is a KZ1100 hidden underneath! As I brush more of the dead foliage off, I notice how complete it is. Sidecovers excellent, tank, one small dent. Controls-all there, levers-intact. Hmmn. I peer at the tag, last registered almost 3 years ago. The front tire was flat and sunk in the mud. I bet this thing is abandoned! So I ask a few tenants that were out in the apartment complex who that bike belongs to, no one had any clue. I then go up to the apartment that the bike was parked behind, knocked, left a note of inquiry. Thats all I could do for now. I waited about a week to two weeks, with no response. I knocked on that door again, and asked a few more tenants. No one knew whos it was. So i considered it abandoned. So one crisp fall day I took a bicycle pump to the bike and pumped up the flat Cheng Shins. With alot of rocking and pulling, I got it out of the earthly hole it was settling into. The brakes were free, and the front brakes actually still had pressure! So I carefully lugged this heavy big-bore bike out into the parking lot and onto the sidewalk. My place being 2 blocks down and downhill, I hopped onto the saddle and rolled right down into my parking lot. The brakes did in fact work, and I rolled swiftly into my parking spot. In the broad daylight I was able to take inventory on what a find I had here!