The prequel to the blog.

When I was 9, my parents got me a minibike. A little Honda QA 50: 50 cc's, 2 gears, automatic clutch, little fat tires.

                        I loved it.

                                

                                                             I LOVED it. 

                                                      

Perhaps it started before then, with a big wheel or a bicycle or roller skates, but I always loved things that moved...fast.

After the Honda, I drove a go-cart,

a bigger Honda (XR-75) and then a bigger dirt bike (Suzuki DS-100) and later, even a couple of ATC's before they became illegal. All of that was done in the relative safety of the spacious fields that were our back yard, where I was lucky enough to grow up.

I always wanted to ride a motorcycle in the street, but I was warned and scared about the dangers of a street bike (perhaps rightly so) and so I let it go for the next almost-thirty years.

      Then I got a Vespa.

      My gateway drug.

Now, I get to pursue not only one, but two dreams I've had since I was a kid.

Not only did I buy a motorcycle, but I bought a rusty one that doesn't run that I get to restore completely. I bought a 1967 BMW R60/2.

I thought that writing a blog about the process of restoring it, would not only allow some friends and family and possibly a few strangers to follow along as I figure this thing out, but would also serve as a sort of digital scrapbook for me.