After fathoming out how to start the thing and under great threat from my guvonor not to bend it, I now have the beauty, a steady trot up the M6, a few gear changes, un gentlemanly jestures to those  ruddy car drivers, ( I used to be one) me and the steed are one, Ukraine or wherever it is watch out,

I started the Russian language course over six weeks ago at the Clitheroe uni, can quite fluently order fish and chips, a pint of lager and 20 fags, sod the degree, reckon thats all I should need to know,oh! and also can you tell me where the library is, that should basically cover all my emergency needs.

There  are not many times I wish I was 6 foot tall, once in some Marsaille down town bar when a french man called me some names, and the other time was when I threw my leg over the beemer, takes all my ring craft and knowledge of  biking to handle her, but once running ,she's a dream, she pulls well and handles perfect, have not had to slam the anchors on yet but she gives you the confidence that anytime they will be there. Anyway off to Scotland on her know, somebody has to do some work, more in the life of a charity biker to follow when I have put her through her paces.