I got back from Dakar then my Tenere was pinched. So was the XT350 that replaced it so I bought a Z250 ratbike with a duct tape seat. No one nicked that. I got another IT250 too, a J model. What a smelly, screaming hoot that was! (right). I tried another BMW R100S – still not my kind of bike. After living in a derelict building for a bit, I shack up with some anarchists in Kentish Town, a stone’s throw from the underground HQ of the shadowy Tufnell Park Militia.
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Adventure Motorcycling Handbook 