Arrrrrrgggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I came out of the pay kiosk at my local Shell station late one cold winter night two years ago to find a yoof of foreign origin delving under my bike.
Just before I gave him a TCX dental check-up, he lifted a finger to his lips, then looked up at me and said 'It's coolant!'
He had spotted it dribbling from the belly pan while he was filling his Corsa with cocaine. Nice guy though.
I managed to limp the 15 miles home without blowing it up and then spent 2 months trying to find a replacement radiator before giving up and buying new from BMW. Ouch!
Brian (who knows just how these things feel, unfortunately)