Yes folks, after 3 short months I have binned my GPZ500s. It happened on the final leg of my return home after the excellent, if a little cold BoSM '06. Just past Gatwick, about 80MPH, engine loses power, bit of a rattle, stick the left signal on and move over to the hard shoulder, then BANG, engine seized, back end locked, fishtail, tank slapper, slide along the road, bike slides on top of me, resting on my legs, red hot exhaust burns through my overtrousers, and that's about it... Then the first few people to stop couldn't lift if off my legs, so I'm laying there shouting to 'GET THE FUCKING THING OFF MY LEGS: IT'S BURNING ME!' Many thanks at this point to Beav who'd said to just leave my Draggin Jeans on under my waterproofs, as the overtrousers melted through in seconds, leaving the molten-plastic spattered Draggins to protect me from serious burns. Finally they drag it off me, dragging me with it as my feet are caught up in my cargo net, and then I just stood up, took of my helmet and said thank you to everyone. A Policewoman arrived, off duty, and said she'd called it in, luckily the lovely Highways Agency lady shooed the on-duty fuzz away when they did arrive, as they've probably have just tried to find grounds for prosecution or somesuch. End results: Bike recovered and awaiting binning [1] Blister and bruise on leg from where the fucking thing was sat on me That is all. Whatever shall I buy next? [1] FAO: Nick - if the exhaust isn't totally shitted I'm sure it can be salvaged