PART TWO
I’m slowly but surely learning why lots more people don’t stake their livelihoods on flipping bikes… it’s bloody hard work. I’ll be honest, taming this ZX-7R around and getting it flogged seemed much easier in my head… the truth is that it’s consumed me financially and mentally over the past few weeks, but I'm starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel. I took this path on a complete whim, without doing my research or even knowing what I was buying. That was a mistake, one I’ll learn from for the next time round. For now, I'm just trying to get a grasp of what I’ve bought, with a clear idea of what it needs and what it’ll take to get it over the finish line.
Thankfully, there’s nothing too major amiss, but there have been a few surprises along the way. If you missed the first stage of this escapade, I bought the ZX-7R from a friend of a friend who’d owned the bike for several years, parked up in his shed, slowly but surely collecting a film of filth beneath
