I've just had my first cosmetic upgrade to the Hornet installed sometime during the day yesterday by some jokers I used to work with. I came down to ride home and there were long, purple tassles hanging from my handlebars. Laugh? I nearly shat. I took off for home, tassels flailing madly in the wind as I lanesplit through the city, laughing hysterically and trying to look tough behind my dark visor as people stared at me at the lights. And boy did they stare. Tragically, I lost one tassel on the Westgate, so I've only got the one now, but I have to say I find it absolutely hilarious to go wheelieing off down the road with big girly bunches of tinsel flapping in the breeze. Sigh. Small things eh?