It's a lardy, slow-steering pig. Or, at least, that's what it's going to feel like after riding the RGV (courtesy of its new MOT). It's like riding a child's toy. Engine: sheer half-pint-sized insanity. Weight: less than Kate Moss after a large dump. Handling: flops over sideways like a one-legged vertiginous drunkard. I'll be taking the long route home this evening.