So my mate, being short of leg*, a custom fanatic and the knd of person who never learns by experience, has bought yet another Baby Viagra (K reg, low mileage). Being the nervous type, he is already talking about completely dismantling the thng to cure a miniscule oil weep from the clutch actuator rod. "Good grief, man!" I told him, "My TRX's chain drips more oil than that." I must admit he looked a fine sight thundering the mighty Vee-twin back from the vendor's house, wallowing majestically round curves on tyres that turned out to be inflated to a piffling 20 PSI. No sooner had he got it to his garage than he began wittering on about having to replace some of the bits that aren't shiny any more. "God will provide" I told him. And God did. Two days later, a mutual acquaintance was SMIDSYd off his (pristine condition) Baby Viagra. He was unhurt, but the insurance company, doncha luvvem, wrote the thing off for £150, so an investment will be made. This weekend, oi sharl be mostly dismantling a Yamaha. I like it when a plan comes together.

*"Five Feet One and conquerer of Italy - not bad,huh?" (N Bonaparte, Battle of Castiglione, 1796).

Have fun with it mate