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In The Garage

What’s It Really Like? Have I Made A Huge Mistake? | Elizabeth The Bobber 💞 Not A Test Ride
3 October 2026 | In The Garage, POV Motorcycle Rides, Two Wheels to Two Legs, YouTube

What’s It Really Like? Have I Made A Huge Mistake? | Elizabeth The Bobber 💞 Not A Test Ride

There is a new member of the XploraLora family. Her name is Elizabeth, although Liza Nova will probably appear from time to time as well. 💞 She’s a Benda Napoleon Bob 500, she’s very different from anything I’ve owned for a long time, and buying her wasn’t quite as straightforward a decision as simply deciding […]

Lora The ZX-9R 💞 Buy Cheap, Buy Twice | Fitting a DID Chain Link the Hard Way
3 June 2026 | In The Garage

Lora The ZX-9R 💞 Buy Cheap, Buy Twice | Fitting a DID Chain Link the Hard Way

This is the conclusion to the previous week’s adventures with Lora’s rear end, although this time the scenery consisted mainly of a garage floor, a chain and me gradually becoming irritated with a £15 tool from fleabay.

Lora The ZX-9R 💞 | Bearing Nightmares | 1998 ZX-9R Rear Wheel and Sprocket Carrier Bearing Change
29 May 2026 | In The Garage

Lora The ZX-9R 💞 | Bearing Nightmares | 1998 ZX-9R Rear Wheel and Sprocket Carrier Bearing Change

This week’s adventure involved a long and exhausting hike across to the garage. The journey was about 30 feet, the terrain was flat as pancakes and somehow I survived to tell the tale.

Who Is John, Anyway?
15 May 2026 | In The Garage

Who Is John, Anyway?

I am prone to calling myself a lemon or a plank and I am no always very posh and I get lost sometimes. Also clumsy and can say stupid things completely innocently. 🤡🌚🤔 If you’ve watched any of my videos, you’ve probably already worked out that I’m John. I’m the bloke usually sitting on a […]

ZX-9R Lora and I Go to Ayr for an MOT 💞
5 April 2025 | In The Garage, POV Motorcycle Rides

ZX-9R Lora and I Go to Ayr for an MOT 💞

After our first little two-mile ride together, it was time for Lora and me to go a bit further. She needed an MOT, which meant riding from Dalmellington into Ayr and back again. It had been four years since I’d ridden her any real distance, so although it was only a trip into town, for […]