It was three years since I had been out and about, partly thanks to Covid lockdowns, and in the meantime I had lost my wife, Liz. Shortly before a planned trip to the Orkneys she became ill and began a course of treatment – sadly she passed away three years later.
Now I was ready to get out and about again, but a solo car journey didn't appeal, so if I was going do a long trip, it had to be by bike. The bike part was easy. A few years previously I had bought a 27-year-old BMW K100RS. I'd been looking for a bike suitable for two-up touring (Liz didn't like the back of my 1968 Suzuki T500 Cobra), specifically a three-cylinder K75, but these seem to be hard to find in standard form. Then I found the K100, an import from Japan with just
