Wotcha. Today the MZ tried to kill me, or to be more accurate, tried to get me killed. We had just fed and had left the cafe, I noticed my jacket wasn't zipped up properly so I pulled over and stopped. By coincidence, a couple of fellow Moonshiners were coming the other way, and they in turn pulled in. We stood and talked for five minutes and then got ready to go. I started the MZ. It ran for all of ten or twelve seconds then the engine died - I started it again - it ran for a few seconds then died . . . . . but just as the engine was turning its last BANG - the loudest backfire you ever heard. The bloody thing did this twice. [1] Nothing dangerous about that I hear you say. Did I mention that I'd stopped outside the perimeter fence of RAF Cosford - and the fellow looking at us happened to have access to firearms ? I'm sure the bike laughed. [1] Loose wire on the ignition coil