Now in the hands of Ivan, along with the gasket set I bought when I thought I'd keep it. Ho hum. I'll keep looking, but I'll never find another one like it. Oh, and Ivan, bless him, arrived an hour and a half late, apologising profusely because he'd lost my address and phone number and had managed to find me using..... I dunno. Some widget. And then he went out on the test ride, and 15 minutes later, thinking he'd run out of petrol, I started scouring the streets on my Trophy. "The roads round here are hardly orthogonal," quoth he on return. The finest excuse for: "I got lost" that I've ever heard. I suggested he needed a SKOGA number. "I've already got one," he replied. Why am I not surprised? Bless.