I'm not even going to down play this. Rolling up on this bike produces only one of two reactions. Guys want to be you and chicks wanna be with you. It devours mountain trails and liquefies the asphalt on back roads. Statistically, you probably aren't up to the task, but if you are in the small percentage that thinks they can hang, here's the rundown;
1983 GL650 stripped for business. It's basically a hypothalamus and a nutsack. If you like knobby tires, air suspension, vintage looks, and freedom...the bases are covered.
It's had some recent service and maintenance work along with a new battery so you'll never walk home alone. Sportster pipes summon the "ladies" and the V-twin vibrates for their pleasure (yeah, tripple plural). It's got a saddle bag just big enough for a box of Trojans, a flask, and your little black book. Lights and mirrors should keep you legal but don't be shocked if "the man" wants a closer look. I gave it a camo finish ( hey, no one needs THAT much attention) but it's Plastidip so you can change it up without much effort if your hood has different scenery.
Bottom line? I'm an old man and my heart isn't up to it any more. My wife doesn't want to explain to her friends that I died from getting too laid.
If you read this far you probably know you either have what it takes or you don't. Alphas only need apply. Cash is king but I might consider shooty things, a safe, or the right ATV trailer. Mostly cash.
SOLD
