This bike hadn't run for about three decades, and had made its way across the United States from Alaska to South Florida before I found it. It took a good year and a half to get it in good nick. Note it is not painted as Hurricane restorations usually are - that orange is in the gelcoat.
All the bikes I've ever worked on before have been 1960's Triumph Twins, so it's my very first Triple. Mostly NOS parts with a few resto bits tossed in as necessary. Carbs were full of dried out sludge and corrosion, but being a cheap old fellow I just cleaned them out and replaced only the gaskets. Having done this before, I put in an electronic ignition before I attempted to start it. The wiring job was spread over a month, causing me to repeatedly forget where I had left off, and just to make it more fun, the colors of my wires didn't match the wiring diagrams I had. To my great relief, after 30 years of sitting, it started on the second kick.
Everything works, though I think the pilot lamp still needs a new bulb. Doesn't leak any oil. It sounds like an F1 car. Although my wife has authorized moving it to the living room of our home for display, she has prohibited starting it unless I take it off our block first.
And the seldom-ever-seen left side...