Reminds me of a Honda CB450 I scored maybe 30 years ago. When I first came to Dull-Aware, I fetched up at a race trotter ranch where I rented a brick cottage beside a barn. Rats lived in the barn and I hunted them. That's how I spotted the CB450 all covered in cobwebs, pigeon feathers, and owl shit. Asked the sulky driver about it. He said he'd scored the bike at an auction, knew nothing about bikes, gave up because it ate one battery after another, and all the shop did was sell him new batteries and say they didn't know. I knew right away without looking. Told him I'd give fifty bucks. Back to the cottage, fetched a ulysses grant and a bit of lamp cord. Gave him the grant, shook on it, sent him for a gas can, cut a six inch strand of lamp cord, wired the selenium rectifier to ground. Those old Honda upright twins used a selenium rectifier for a voltage regulator. It lived behind the battery. If you didn't replace the vent tube when you swapped batteries, then battery acid ate through the ground wire.
Gas in, kicked over, fired up. Easy as that.
Next thing you know I was roaring down the country road doing 70, blowing her out, bits of feasthers flying off, reached out to adjust the rear view, scraped the crap off it, and as I passed the place, I spotted the sulky driver watch me roar by, shake his head sadly, turn around, and walk back to the house. Gotta love a simple solution.
That's the bike I met the RedHead on.