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


There was one just sat there waiting to be pilfered!
