The plan was to change the wheel and get him started, and Pops drives him home to Norwich. What actually happened was, we changed the wheel, had no idea why he wouldn't start, and discovered that both the exhaust and fuel tank are also badly damaged, so there was no way he was 'drive-able' anyway.
Very, very hacked off at the crappy insurance company. I don't need any help feeling like a useless pratt and a pain in the arse.
Chalkie did help me fit the GPS power supply to Gladis though. Like properly. I now know which bits of my bike come off with only a bolt or a clip or two. I also know how handy thin fingers can be sometimes.
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