When i got posted out to Germany in 76, i arrived by motorcycle. Before i had a chance to put my bags down my new boss said i have a job for you, come with me. In a garage stood 12 New BSA M20's, he said as you're the only motorcyclist out of 250 drivers you job will be to put 50 miles on each of the speedo's each month so we can keep them on the units strength. So whenever i hadn't been tasked with other duties, i spent many a happy hour touring the countryside at HM pleasure. One day a guy knocked me off while on camp, the damage to the bike was very superficial and easily repairable but they said it was worth it and lifted up and dropped it into a skip, it made me cry.