This saga starts when I wheeled the old Guzzi out of the shed for a Sunday ride with a couple of mates. Alas, it was not to be, not for me anyway. 5km down the road and I have no gears, or at least, only one gear, the one I’m in. Shit. This has been on the cards for years, really, but I’ve been living in a state of denial. You see, in the mid 80’s Guzzi decided the’d save three and sixpence on each bike by substituting the steel cage bearings in the gearbox with plastic cage jobbies, and my guess was, the chickens had finally come home to roost. Now the Guzzi is essentially a very simple beast, but gearboxes are white man’s magic, I don’t go there. So, back in the shed at Chez Guzzi I dropped out the motor/gearbox and delivered the ‘box to Guzzi guru Mario at Thunderbikes to have it’s innards attended to. Now the rot is about to set in. Sitting in the shed contemplating a naked MkIV, I began to have thoughts about a “bit of a freshen up”, a bit of paint and paper, tidy it up a bit, after all these years. I mean the bike’s in bits anyway……… This’s gunna hurt. This bike has a bit of history. I bought it new in 1987 and over the next 25 years rode it all over Australia, a few times. Tasmania with the girl 1989 On the road to Phillip Is 1990 Leaving to come home, Phillip Is 1990 Taking the young bloke for a ride 1990 Phillip Is 1997 On the way 1997 Victorian high country after PI 2008 Over 200,000 km later, the paints a bit faded, it all looks a bit tired. The bike deserves it. More to come.