Sorry chaps, I had to depart on family duty earlier. So here goes.
I've always had a love of the big shafty's, (probably harks back to riding proper chops for many miles

((chain hassles free)), in all weathers, all year round).
Anyways I re-kindled my not so secret affair with a former heavyweight (no jim, calm down)
the z1100st, about 2 years ago.It came out of a 'necessity', I'd had several 'unfortunate' mishaps / breakdowns with my other bikes, which culminated one sunday (trying to get to willy woods, to meet ted1r and crew) in an all I've got left to ride situation.
It was a particularly rough old beast; it had been ear-marked some years ago for a baby trike conversion, (fortunately that never happened

). It seamed to run well and got me around for a while. Then while travelling up the m1 to suires cafe 1 wednesday night the unthinkable happened. A rumbling from the motor

. Nice sunny evening, it's still running

F**k it, carry on. By the time I'd got their, the motor sounded like a cement mixer with bricks in the drum, but, still running

bulletproof

By the time I was to leave, the yard at squires was FULL

the starter was just spinning on the button

I got a couple of BMW riders to push start me down the yard

still rattling like a bag of spanners, it got me the 60 mile back home

(was later told it would be the starter clutch). Started a strip down but family commitments weighed heavily over the last year, so it was left parked up. Not had the time or inclination to do f**k all bike wise.
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