And so it begins
Finally, the opportunity to head down to Sydney to pick up my brothers NSR250 presented itself in the form of a four day weekend. The drive down was a bit of a disaster due to traffic in Brisbane (crash on motorway) delaying my journey by over an hour. In retrospect that was the easy part as when I finally arrived in Sydney I was met with peak hour traffic (worse than the traffic caused by the crash in Brisbane!), total drive time fourteen and a half hours!
The next morning I was up at sparrows fart to start getting my ute ready for the bike. Prior to my arrival my father had made me a set of wheel stands for my ute, not a bad job I might add. These were bolted in without a hiccup along with a pair of eyebolts for the rear wheel tie down strap.
After all was done the bike was loaded on for a test fit as there were concerns of the bike not fitting between the toolboxes, those fears were quickly dispelled. Everything worked and fitted as it should.
Once I was satisfied everything was good for the drive home I took some time to inspect the bike a little closer. Well it definitely wasn’t the pristine NSR I once remembered, years of sitting under covers in a carport had taken their toll on the old girl. My arch nemesis rust had decided to jump on board in any place he could, the original road fairings which I remembered as being pristine looked to have been through an accident (mmm, appears my brother neglected to tell me about this!), the front brake master cylinder was seized along with carbies and the rear rim now sports a dent.
Although it didn’t look great most of the issues were easy fix problems that would be sorted out as the bike was rebuilt.
After two days in Sydney visiting some friends and spending some time with mum and dad it was time to bring the old girl home to begin her restoration. Having the NSR on the ute must have brought some luck as the drive home only took twelve hours!
