OK, bit late catching up, but after reading this, couldn’t resist. How to get away riding this next time there is a rally?
(BTW: It’s for sale! Show your allegiance riding the appropriate machine. 
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My friend’s original 1986 BMW R80GS – the first real Paris-Dakar off-road replica model – which I had to ride under unfortunate circumstances recently, after the rider went a bit too far off-road and ended up with a double fracture to his leg. Not his fault, but shit happens. So I went to pick the bike up and ride it home. It proved it’s indestructible nature by being totally unharmed after the accident.
An interesting ride, with the thumping boxer twin engine and trail bike handling. Heavy, but fun to ride. Might just borrow it again for a change from my Suzuki, but definitely keeping it on-road only – it’s way too heavy to attempt trail riding!
Coming back from the gym the other day, I spotted this rare beauty. Only a 50cc moped, but wonderful styling. Obviously repainted, and equally obviously much loved. 
I love the twin seats.
Last Sunday I hooked up with some buddies from the Bad Rider’s Club for the traditional run up the hill to Genting Highlands. Here are a few random shots.
God, was it ever a hot day, but with new tyres, brake hoses and sorted suspension, The Flying Banana made good progress up the twisties.
As usual TFB likes to drop in first at The Coffee Bean for much needed
refreshment.
Some people like to dress up the strangest bikes.
I rather fancy one of these for everyday fun.
Much attention was being paid to a brace of Ducati Desmosedicis. Hey, why not? Buy one, free one, and a famous signature to boot.
Walking to the gym today I came across this fantastic, immaculate, Honda motorcycle of about 40-50 years vintage (at a guess). Not a speck of dirt to sully the sublimity of the pure design and functional integrity of a classic. If only my 5 year old Suzuki looked this immaculate!
Must have been fully restored by a madly keen collector, as all parts seemed original, and just groove on that wooden panel inset into the stainless steel tank! And those flared mudguards. A thing of beauty is truly forever.
Especially the hook-up with GPS devices, knowing my propensity to get lost even with clearly marked road signs. LOL, did I say “clearly marked road signs?” In Kuala Lumpur? I think I need my morning coffee fix….
Probably the fastest ride I have ever made, solo, up The Hill.
Post-dawn view, and my beloved Flying Banana that just *flies* up those twisties.
This is how a rear tyre should look, if the sports bike to which it was fitted was ridden right to the limits. This one obviously was, and one can only imagine, unless you’ve been there, how far over you have to lean to ride practically on the rims themselves. Hero tyre! Insane rider.
After a minor incident resulted in breaking an indicator, and other personal factors, Suzi has remained in limbo for far too long.
But on Saturday, my brother The Snark helped me rescue it from oblivion.
He took me to one of his favourite bike workshops, where Suzi was fitted with micro LED indicators, flush fitted into the front, and mini LED indicators at the rear.
Then a set of frame sliders, to prevent any damage in an accident, and to cap it off, a fresh, sticky rear 021 tyre was fitted.
I did have to exercise some restraint (over The Snark, LOL!) who wanted me to fit new steel brake hoses, and would not have stopped there until the bike was almost completely renewed!
Back home, a full wash and wax, and Suzi is back to Flying Banana status, and is looking forward to being thrashed the way she used to be!
