So I toted the "Get that sorted if you want an MoT" front wheel from the Duke down to Tunbridge Wells, gave it to the daughter-in-law of The Man Who Straightens Things[1] there, and the next day got a call: "She's bringing it back tomorrow. Sorted. Sixty quic please." Nice. Then: "Blimey, there were about ten dings in that wheel. It's obviously seen some use." "Er, yes, well, it's done some miles....." "You didn't crash it, did yer?" "No." OK. Only those Ducati wheels are like BMW ones - really soft. Its just that it was in a bit of a state....." Collect it today. Then I need to get the swinging arm re-shimmed[2] and I should be ready for the French Run. [1] Motoliner of Maidstone. Frames, wheels, discs.... [2] Arcane form of Ducati s/arm adjustment, best left to SWK. Oh, and they can replace the s/arm with the spiffy one I've got. And shove some new wheel bearings in. And then it'll probably be pissing down for the French Run so I'll end up taking the Trophy anyway.