The VT250 which has adorned my back garden patio for at least four years has finally been picked up by the council. :-( It's for the best, but still hurts a little. On Tuesday I made the final decision to lay her to rest and as she had seized up good and proper, it took me ages to literally drag her around the side of the flat to the front garden. I then took a slow, but respectful walk to the postbox to send the registration form off to the council. Today I arrived home and the little one had gone. Probably best I wasn't here to see it being chucked in the back of a van, or I might have shed a tear or two. She had probably the loudest end can of all the bikes I've had, but I loved her. I remember fondly the electrics cutting out at the most inopportune moments and the erratic winking of her dinky little indicators. RIP little Spada.