Well yes, I had a little break down in a place I can't remember. It was caused by a dodgy fuse terminal which was not engaged in the fuse block properly and the fuse was only making contact with it by a hairsbreadth...not so good when it's the fuse for the fuel pump.
I had the courtesy to break down right outside a pub...well close enough for me to demonstrate how macho I am by running 20 yards pushing the bike in scorchio heat and full lid and leathers up a pretty steep hill to the pub.
Now I don't know why but Ruth's snap and the ones that Keefy or Marko took (on Gizmo's server) make it look for all the world as if I just stood around drinking lager while the rest of the BHCN massive fixed my bike for me, but I'd just like to say that although there was a lot of helpful advice, a bit of massed prodding and a bit of screw twirling, I did do most of the repair work myself.
You can tell that I did the repair work because of all the bolts that were missing from the fairing when we arrived in Glenridding
