There is one sure way to get it to fail. Have a dealer wrench dress up in an overstuffed brown plaid suit and stick a half burnt, well chewed cigar in his mouth. Then announce loudly, "Well, here comes uncle Hiram all the way from (any far away place) just to see how nicely my bike runs!"

Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python