OK, new exhaust is blowing at the head and the under engine point. mmmm
Lots of overnight fettling to get it right, oversleep this morning and nearly missed the appointment slot. Blats down to MOT station with a 2-day out of date tax disc..... only to find Cambridgeshire Cuntsabulary

Has a quick word with the owner, ("come back in about 30 mins, they'll have gone then...") says he.... phew...
30 mins later TDM was duly presented to Mr. MOT Man. Police gone ...lucky escape methinks.
"you sure this mileage is correct?"
"As far as I know, it fits with all the other MOTs" says I.
"72590, impressive, and in such good condition"
"I like to tinker a bit"
"well, anyway, she's passed the MOT



(not that I thought it wouldn't ya understand.....) but now too late to get a tax disc. bugger.
Takes TDM home.
OK, tis nice I'll take the Ducati out fer a spin....

Fires it up, off the drive, down to the "T" junction, starts to pull away, feckin football rolls across in front of me, and I just see out the corner of my eye lickle brat chasing it..... Grabs front brake and front tucks under.... we're going down ...
NO!!!!!!!

Cyclist turns up and gives me a hand to get upright (see they have their uses!). I'm sitting on the kerb feeling very shaky, sweat pouring off me.
Regains composure, remounts and pulls away..... and stalls the bitch.... repeat above events again.... except this time I save the bike from tipping a lot earlier, so no external help needed.
I go home and watch the F1 qualifying. Obviously not my day to be out riding methinks!
I could have:-
points and fine for no tax (=money)
failed MOT and retest (=money)
two drops of the Ducati (=lots of money)
could have been an expensive day.
