Boy Racer

I have never been a big fan of motorbikes, never hankered after one as a boy, never went through a bike phase and am certainly not thinking of joining the cult of elderly men in leather (at least not if it involves a noisy bike), however this old BMW did appeal.

I am not sure if it is the desert sand colour, or a vision of Lawrence of Arabia type with wind in hair and goggles or whether it is just because it looks rideable and fun.

Perhaps a secret and deeply repressed passion is about to be unleashed?