There's nothing like the sinking feeling when you return to find your recently-parked bike lying on its side, leaking vital fluids. Damage: broken indicator, and a few minor scratches. Nothing more, thank God. Oh, and one smashed car indicator. Th perpetrator was still there, looking panic-stricken. The Doctor. How could she *not* see a fucking great 1200 Trophy parked on our hardstanding, even in the dark? Sheesh.