AyJay, just been reading some of your link. Good reading on there, and I'll keep the rest for (another) rainy day. When I picked up my third Gen 1 from Guernsey, I had a similarly miserable trip (comparing to your mad dash from Dover to home) back to Broxbourne, where I lived at the time. All day had been fine, but as soon as I rolled off the ferry with the freshly purchased bike at Weymouth, the wind and rain let rip. The m25 in the wee hours with sheeting rain and a howling crosswind. What a way to get to know my new steed! No crashed cars, but nearly got sucked under several artics.