Lying in the tent, it's a typical crisp early spring morning as the sun causes the cockatoos to start up their raucous call. Bleary rally goers stir into life. Why am I here when I have a nice warm bed at home? Best I greet the day. Zipping open the tent, I just have to stop for a moment and stare at the machine waiting quietly to be fired up and join its brethren. She's finally together. I lusted after this bike when it first hit the market. Now, after five decades and eight years of painstaking research and building, I have one.
A Daytona Orange BMW R90s. I bought her off the original owner who had used and abused
