Regarding the wheelie thing. I don't do 'em. I'm a fairly crap rider, who after many years in the saddle probably has the same skill level as someone who's just passed their test, after never having ridden a bike before. But, the other day a child on a CBR600 pulled up beside me at some lights and began to blip his throttle, at first I thought he had some kind of movement disorder but then he looked across at me and nodded. After discounting the fact that he fancied me, i realised he was after a race. Why he would think someone on a filthy 1200GS, with full luggage (empty, mind), knobbly tyres, bar risers that make me look I'm leaning back, and a tank bag, would be interested in such a thing I don't know. Anyway, the race was on. He was obviously a little nervous of giving it a big handfull off the line, which gave me my opportunity, and I took it. Beans, lots of beans, a bathtub full of beans, oops. Before the Accelerator module such actions would cause the front to go light, a bit of a wobble at the bars, slight sphincter twitch, and off i'd go. In launching myself off the line and applying the bean handle, i must have looked as though I was trying to get airborne, up went the front wheel, and fully dilated went my sphincter. Luckily the unbaffled sound of my Akra drowned the sound of my screaming for mummy and the self-preservation bit of my brain woke up and told me to get a f*cking grip and sort this mess out. I eased off the throttle a little and pushed my weight forward a tad, and the wheel came back down. Unfortunately the self-preservation bit of my brain then went back to sleep just as I was going into second gear, and having the memory of retarded goldfish I once again introduced some beans into the game. Up it went again, not as high and not as wild, but enough to make my sphincter glad it hadn't fully closed from it's previous experience and so not need to exert as much energy in opening again. As the wheel came down for the second time the CBR rider came past me staring at me with eyes that looked about to pop from his head, he either thought me a riding god or if he got a look at my wild eyed face, that I was a manic depressive looking for a way out. He seemed to decide enough was enough and eased off, I wobbled the rest of my way home. This Accelerator thing, not bad at all.