Last month I smashed the two crankcases together on the fourth iteration of big K’s mighty Zed One, the king of the classics.
The Z900A4 was the first big Zed I ever saw. When I was 17 and tearing up the roads of Somerset on my ‘Race Developed’ 200cc Yamaha stink-wheel on L-plates (that’s what I believed RD stood for back in the day), I was lodging in a house where my landlord’s friend had a 1976 A4. He had the obligatory four-into-one Harris and a Dresda box-section swingarm, and I was smitten by its beauty.
Obviously, he made the most outrageous claims for its performance and any sound deadening the Harris can was removed to give it extra performance. It would be many years before the dream of owning one myself came to
