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1977 Yamaha Xs400 Classic / Vintage on 2040-motos

US $2,750.00
YearYear:1977 MileageMileage:10
Location:

Dover, Delaware, US

Dover, DE, US
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Yamaha XS photos

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Yamaha XS tech info

TypeType:Classic / Vintage PhonePhone:3026322272

Yamaha XS description

1977 Yamaha Xs400 , Rare bike in good condition Seat has a slight tear For this bikes age it runs extremely well! Starts right up and stays running $2,750.00

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