Take your time, my son...
The Triumph Tiger, popular in the USA. Today, it's coming. Sometime today. I am ready from 9am, even though I know the dealer is two hours away. The morning: nothing. At lunchtime, I call, and the ever friendly-dealer assures me it's just being loaded. The afternoon: nothing. Finally, early evening, I get a call, and he's an hour away. 7pm, it's dark and it's raining, but the phone goes again and IT'S HERE. I go and meet the guy, his van lit up like a Christmas tree, pay him (£140). Poor guy has driven from Blackpool to Stoke on Trent, then to me, then he's going down south and finally back to Blackpool in the small hours. I feel it's a good thing his van is so festooned with lights. Carefully we back the bike down the ramp. The back tyre is flat, the handlebars feel like they are falling off and both stands are dragging on the ground. He warns me not to touch the brakes in case they lock up. Together we push the bike up the lane into the drive. He han...