I’M FRUSTRATEDLY BORED WITH THIS project right now. Hours of no success with the electrics is harrowing. All those thoughts of riding across the country to see friends on my Seventies stripey superbike are fading, lost presently in flashbacks of wiring diagrams – BMW seemed to change it every year and mine is an ‘S’ with an ‘RS’ fairing, so that makes it worse. It was all going swimmingly, too. And having to document the rebuild of this 1978 R100 every month feels a chore, stopping in the moment of every job to move a tripod, focus, get the right exposure, set the self-timer and then run to do – or let’s be honest, pretend to do – the job being described, then write it up. It’s more than doubled the time spent working on it. Yet, essentially, it keeps my momentum up, knowing I have to progress to bring some kind of meaningful report to you! If it helps, hell, even I’m bored of reading about it and no one wants to see it finished and being ridden more than me!
But many times, these
