Rockers and mods

I am back at the bedside of the R1100S, which is in serious need of somewhat more than a facelift after enduring 160,000 miles under the cruel whip of a giant Scotsman with a serious addiction for speed.

With the owner clad in Rukka riding gear, the poor machine got no time off, even when schools are closed for the cruel extremes of British winters. While the machine has barely missed a beat during a lifetime of the sort of abuse that would surely kill a lesser machine, this one truly needs its wounds to be healed and I am the man daft enough to take on what is a virtually impossible job. This month I am beset with what has become a very familiar litany of obstacles in my quest to disassemble the Teutonic twin before it