I was just getting over a long drawn out affair with a Dakar; that in the end, no matter how much blood, sweat and dollars I poured into it, was not going to work out. I swore to myself that this next time it was going to be different. I was going to take my time, find the exact right bike with all the maintenance done and factory fails worked out. I would buy a garage queen and try my damnedest to keep her that way. No more tear downs and farkle fests. No more rolling money pits. I would put my money towards a quality bike. Fill with gas. Ride the shit out of it. Repeat. Then it happened........................................... SON OF A BITCH! less then an hour from home and I would be in that town the very next day with an empty truck. "honey can you come to the ATM with?" I met the seller at his storage unit. Looked here, poked there. Everything looked low mileage and fairly well taken care of. I roughly calculated what I could get in a part out - and made him an offer. After searching for the title for a few hours and as many trips between house and storage unit, the deal was done. as it rolled out of storage...... Having just moved into a new house myself last summer I have yet to set up any real dedicated work space. I do have a 1000 sqft barn out back - but I have yet to run electricity to it. Lucky me however, I also have a one carriage garage - and this does have electricity! unfortunately it also has a gravel floor, no work bench, no tool chest, nor anything except for beer that would aid in the resurrection of the mighty 950. so the first night I get it home and just sort of take inventory. if any of you FFs recognize anything let me know where it goes and what it does. specifically the top bracket/bolt here is everything that came with the bike. most of it I have a feeling will be in the flea market soon. the plan, is to do whatever needs to be done in order to get this baby running for as little coin as possible (without being too KLR about it). then commute for one season - make sure it is what I want. then sink what should be my kids college fund and most of my 401k into it. it is at this point in the program however, I feel I should bring to light the fact of which I have never turned a wrench on a 950. not once have i even caught a peek up under a big orange dress. I know not of this strange and foreign bike. i do however have a good, steady supply of Narragansett beer, the ability to read shit posted on the internet, and a consistent track record of biting off more then I can chew.