I have a friend (hi Dave) who will quite happily buy a $500 motorcycle on Thursday, fix it up on Friday using nothing but bits and pieces he finds in his shed, and then ride it from South-East Queensland to Melbourne and back starting on Saturday. He’s been doing this for the best part of 40 years and he usually makes it back under his own steam.
“Hmm, the XJ900 I bought has a rusty tank” Rattle clang bang.
“This old Z650 tank should do the trick.”
And so on. I’m still not sure if he’s a mechanical genius or the luckiest man alive. I suspect it’s a little from column A and a little from column B.
I’m the flip side (the Yin to his Yang so to speak) because the Universe hates me with such venom that every day is a trial.
THE BIKE
About 10 years ago I owned a ZZ-R1100, a bike that I loved in an almost unnatural
