Then this afternoon the garage call about the new hack of a car - a quoted £130 bill has somehow jumped up to £170!

So I get a kift home with the g/f who drives terribly and has me on edge most of the way, so I think, sod it, I'll drag the Falco out, it's been a few days, then realise I've left my set of keys at home and won't be able to open the side gate! AGH!



Then I go out the back and see the wind has somehow whipped the crappy Oxford cover up off the bike and ripped it bloody open!
Pass the wine!