Welcome bigdawg.
Kawasaki 750, 3 cylinder, triple carb, 2-stroke crotch rocket. There was virtually no street machine car or bike that could catch it. The police cars were helpless. I would go out at night, smoking columbian gold or whatever in Strawberry Reefer Rollers and race people on the circuit in town and outrun the cops many times. I wish I still had it but I was going to die on that bike. I had the 400 version one time too.
We had some stuff back them. Real muscle cars, 2 stroke street bikes, 4 way window pane acid, cartoon blotter acid, 714 qualudes, robin eggs, yellow jackets and nice chicks in halter tops that were 100% real.