Arrived at the Robbo Pie Shope yesterday afternoon to find most of the usual bike spots taken up with Japanese fours of the ricey variety. That's OK, it's a public parking area, and it's all money for the Pie Shop people. But the drivers and their respective female company were all looking very glum; very glum ideeed. Turns out that two of the cars in the cavalcade had, er, failed to proceed. Had they electrical problems? No, no. Did they have fuel woes? Nuh uh. Two huge puddles of oil told the story of two ex-engines . And the gang were waiting for the flat-bed to arrive. We all had a not terribly sympathetic giggle; quietly, mind :wink:.