Dwight's posts have got me thinking.
I had a bike once which went through a homicidal phase. Started with me when I got knocked off my BMW R75/6.....
The guy who got the contract to straighten the frame died on the job. When I got it home my brother in law road tested it ..and an ice cream waggon reversed into it.
Sold it to a friend who laid it up...he died a couple of years later and I Inherited it back
Got it home and it fell on me when I tried to manoeuvre it into a small shed to restore it.
I gave up on it then....I can take a hint.
Interestingly I sold it to an aircraft engineer who rebuilt it and it now happily chugs away a few miles from me.
He gave me the option to buy it back....but I've learned my lesson now.
