Five years ago, I finally got the opportunity to buy my dream motorbike.

Unfortunately she was a paddock ornament that lived under a pumpkin vine. Rusty, unloved and left to rot. I'd been eyeing her off for years and the previous owner finally agreed to sell.

She has caused many tears, sleepless nights, too much money spent and loads of grey hair during the restoration. It's like one step forward and two steps backwards. She is the love of my life (besides my husband) and til death do we part.

Many people have asked why restore such an old two stroke piece of crap. The answer is very simple. She brings a smile to my face every time I see or ride her. Love my Suzuki two stoke.

Work in progress restoring her back to original running order.