Ollie’s ODDJOBS
Who among us has not been bitten by the bug of wanting to relive some dear dead days beyond accurate recall? And thus we surf the internet, semi-casually hunting for bargains, and pore over the classified columns in search of some relic of our past when waistlines were slenderer and / or we could get out of an armchair without grunting.
My third motorcycle was so terrible, I’m amazed I kept on riding the damn things. A Honda CB200 bought from a back-street Exeter bike shop, it was horribly unreliable and as I was then devoid of even basic mechanical skills, I was able
