My dad set off to buy a dirt bike and came home hauling an R65. The seat is chewed off, that had to be replaced. The Ignition coil was broken, that had to be replaced. No oil was leaking because there was no oil in the engine. There was no head light, so a replacement was ordered. The list went on and on. After working on it for more than 2 years(my dad ain't retired back then), hearing it roar for the first time, my dad got bitten by the boxer engine bug and sold his beloved K100 to buy a R100 GS PD. I would just complain that my room, nearest to the garage would smell like exhaust and have the deafening sound of boxer engine every saturday and sunday morning.
That was more than 10 years ago.
Now my dad riding a R1150 GS Adventure, my cousin who used to ride the R65 bought a honda super four 5 years back, the R65 had a lot of time to sit in a corner of our garage, under a dirty cover to rot itself slowly.
When late third year high school came, I started studying riding with my 200cc dirt bike. My dad, now retired, with some of my help, slowly put back the R65. Before fourth year high school ended, I was riding the R65 as commuter, a time when my batch mates, who were bragging about their cars; beetles, vans and the occasional sports cars would suddenly lose their popularity and attention when people were wondering who rode that big engined, blue BMW parked just outside the gate.
Now, I ride it to the 2 hour daily journey to college. I couldn't count how many times it has been put apart and reassembled. Every saturday and sunday morning, I would wake up to the invigorating smell of exhaust and music of a boxer engine running.
That's my story on how I ended up on an R65
