Arse. Went to gf's place tonight, pulled up outside her house on the B12. Brakes on, neutral, foot down, WOOPS! mud on road. A slow, gentle fall to the right. Minor scratches to the end can and pulse generator cover [1], and the sacrificial end of the front brake lever went "ping" somewhere. I've only had the fucker three weeks, if there is a god listening you don't want me to die matey 'cos when I do I'm coming for you. On a positive note two of Carlisle's finest thieving scrotes are currently languishing in the Cumberland Infirmary after being knocked off the Yamaha trailie they'd nicked earlier in the day. Maybe there is balance after all. [URL]http://www.news-and-star.co.uk/viewarticle.asp?id=60899[/URL] [1] Which almost exactly match the ones which the B6 had when I bought it, and now I know how it got them.