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If you get yourself a decent secondhand Japanese bike, you'll get your money back and perhaps even a tad more when you come to sell it on.

Hi Paul. Welcome in. What are your plans? CBT and then ride a 125? Or CBT and then DAS? Geoff

Had some trouble a few years back when I'd left the DRZ idle for a few months over winter. Took a lot of starter motor to get it going again. I find it's ok if I give it a run once a month. But the tank is so small, a quick trip out is at least two refills.

Dabbled into Roadcraft about 2 and half years ago. Not the latest edition. To be honest, It's hasn't got a great plot, and it isn't great as a reference book either. Would rather take on War and Peace. Looked up the lasted changes on the Highway code whenever they last changed - a couple of years ago?

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Same thing in Bristol. Last time I was there I heard one Brissle accent the whole week. Like, where did they all go?

Same here. In the shops too. And in the library you'll sometimes find a small pack socialising by Romantic Fiction.

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Looks grand. Not so long to wait now

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Great to hear you've found your bike. It looks great.

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If you were older, I'd say go for the full A licence straight off, but given that route isn't available to you, then probably CBT and 125. Then upgrade whenever you feel the 125 has run out of charm. As for bike, you won't go wrong with a Honda. The YZF will probably have most beans.

Aww shucks guys. Very kind of you all.

Bar ends. But they're clearly a minority taste.

Sounds awesome I had a GSX600RR that was similarly rude. Whenever I parked up in a town, I was instantly surrounded by a swarm of teenage boys. Had to get rid.

The sound is a big part of being on a bike. My two each have their moments where just the noise is enough to put a big smile on your face. But I remember when I tried out a Zero - this must have been over 10 years ago - I loved being on a bike that was almost silent. The best bit was being out on a country road and reaching a village with its neat little green and its pond and a red telephone box. I liked being able to go through and be part of the peacefulness of the scene. And there wasn't any feeling of having to keep the bike under control so as not to be a nuisance. Made for a really enjoyable ride.

Oh goodness me that's beautiful.

To be fair, the guys are being as good as gold over warranty stuff on mine. Big improvement on BMW.

Well done mate.

Welcome!

Great road that. And on up to Alston.

You don't need kids at home to be a house husband. You just need a partner who works. After all, it's not called a "house parent".

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So what actually happened is that I'd had a blinder of a ride back to the hotel. We were doing this awesome road full of hairpins - this one and once I'd passed James and the car he'd been following, I had the next bit of road to myself, where the L10 follows the river from bend to bend along the valley floor... It's a glorious ride, the road was entirely mine and I rode it like a hero. Got back to the hotel, so frikkin pleased with myself. Parked up. Into neutral. Put the bike down on the stand. Should have put the stand down first. Suddenly stopped being pleased with myself. Jack and Paul saw it all. In their words, "and then you just threw the bike onto the ground."