We get back to the Samskip Autoplatz in Reykjavik. The cheery manager laughs wryly in that Icelandic way when I explain why I'm back to drop off 24 hours after I picked up.
We offload the bike and I leave it next to Tim's 640. I pull out my wallet and say to Jon Paul '25000 then?', but he laughs wryly in that Icelandic way and points to a taximeter(!) in the cab. Wrong location, he says, it's now 42000 (£240). I wave cash at him and he laughs wryly in that Icelandic way and says 35000. Honour satisfied I pay the man, take some gear off my bike and leave the bike in Samskip's capable hands.
A few weeks later I get the bike back, and a few weeks after that I get round to looking at it. Most of the clutch plates have disintegrated and been ground up. The oil comes out like grey treacle. Stripdown time - when I get round to it!
Pfffft, we just assumed you be able to limp back, had we known then I'm sure one of us would have given you a tow ...... not Sean on the Honda 250 obviously
When you showed us the photos later of the damage, I don't think I've ever seen a clutch in such a mess!
That's no ordinary clutch slip!
You were missed mate as I was looking forward to your company again and of course it's always fun to see how your luggage straps hold up