Long LIVE THE KING!
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last three months, you’d know we’ve been restoring a 1998 Suzuki RMX250, and it hasn’t been pretty. When we got our hands on the bike it was in rough shape. The bodywork looked like it had been dragged through a rock garden and the engine sounded like a baked bean tin full of rocks.
The poor RMX appeared to have spent the majority of its life living with a bonafide bush mechanic and trailriding bunny. The exhaust system was bent every which way and the cylinder base gasket was stuck down with grease.
The poor air filter looked like
