I've never met Mitch but I like the sound of the bloke, he's getting on in years but he rides like a man possessed and keeps smuggling more and more exotic bikes into his garage without the permission of the missus. Anyway, Tash just emailed me to say he's in a bit of strife. Not an accident or anything, he was at work and just turned blue and dropped. Some sort of heart blockage cut off the blood to the poor bugger's noggin - and while the paramedics were very quick to attend, and the blockage has been dealt with, his brain may have been starved of blood for up to 15 minutes, so there's a strong possibility of brain damage. He's now breathing on his own, and they may try to wake him soon to see how the ol' necktop computer's handling things, but it's still a bet each way on whether he'll make it through. Naturally, Tash is absolutely frantic, and she asked me to let you lot know. So if you're the kneeling type, fire some good wishes skyward for Mitch, and keep Tash in your thoughts. Good luck mate, here's hoping you're up and about and wrapping your paws around the go-tube of that MV you were about to surprise the wife with in no time.