ON OUR BENCH
Minor and not entirely unexpected horrors revealed as bargain Kwak is prepped for action
Mick’s new ZX-7R, Damo’s Thundercat, MG’S wee Kwak and Alan’s CRM250 get wrenched
It’s been 10 years since I sold my YZF-R1 4XV. I’ve regretted it ever since, but family, work and life have all sadly prevented me from getting a replacement. Until now. A 1998 ZX-7R.
My connection to 750 Kwaks goes way back. I had a ZXR750H2 for years, so when editor Jim suggested I get another bike (I’ve known him since school. We used to knock about on mopeds together – my RD50MX was always faster than his AR, much to his annoyance), and knowing that affording another R1 is for now out of the question, I started looking for a 7R. I’ve always had a thing for them; they still look ‘right’ after all these years.
I wanted something I could tinker with too, so when I spotted an ad online for a ’98 ZX I messaged the seller. The ad said it had 32,500 miles, a couple of month’s MOT still to run, and was up for £1300. By the time he got back to me he said it would no longer start so he’d decided to break it instead. Figuring that would be a hassle for him I messaged back offering £1100 as it stood. He agreed and
Hard not to love a Ninja. Great looking bikes still