Left the shop and popped round the corner to www.outland-bar.de for some food.

Noticed a small fuel leak, prodded the fuel hose which turned it into a major fuel leak, so I thought I'd leave it till all the petrol had drained , but some bugger called the fire brigade (the bike was sat in a pool of petrol) ...6 firemen then pumped out the rest of the juice and cleaned up the street.

If I'd have gone straight home from the bike shop I'm sure I'd be dead right now...cos the hole in the fuel hose was cased by the hose dropping down and being burnt open by the exhaust.

Bit of a bollock really as the gaff I'm living in is out in the sticks and not on the train lines...I didn't make it back there last night, slept on the floor of an American chap I'd made friends with last week in the same bar.....

Still, it's an adventure innit :)