Crusty f*ckholes. I am now the proud owner of a dead Suzuki GSX750F (2002 model). This morning, the starter moter sounded dodgy, so I bumped it. Started OK, seemed OK. Methinks "Oh well, it's under warranty, get to work and sort it out". I got three miles out of the village and it dies. No electrics, nada. Luckily SWMBO's off work at the moment so she picked me up in the car and I dropped her off home. Quick call to Carole Nash when I get to work and they're sorting it within the hour. Arse. At least SWMBO's car is a Honda.