On Christmas Eve I waited for 50 mins at the good old RTA to finally get my full bike licence. For Christmas the wife had given me a Fox Creek Jacket but then we headed down the coast for the holiday and so no bike until Tuesday just gone. I get set to head back to work and 7 am Tuesday I can't get the bike to start. I try everything. Call my brother (the mechanic) who comes round and immediately spies that I set the fuel to OFF while I was on holiday. He spends 5 mins laughing at me but then offers to trade bikes for the day. My Honda CB250 for his Ninja 750. Thank you very much!!! It feels almost wrong to have so much power in such a small movement of the wrist!!! The next day I am back on my Honda and heading to work. I come off the Gladesville Bridge and merge to head up to Hunter's Hill and I feel something tap my toe. I don't see anything but keep going. Get to work to discover my handlebar end protector has dropped off. Headed back to the spot today; parked the bike and braved the traffic and found the end piece and the bolt. I am completely stocked - even when things don't go to plan the motorcycle gods come to the rescue.