Every time I'm abroad on holiday, the big ends of my gs are about to appear though the crankcase.
Surprisingly, they always heal themselves as soon as the bike 'limps' onto british soil, and remain ok until the next journey abroad, when mysteriously, it happens again.
Louise ... I think we have a problem. Listen to that knocking. It cant be anything except the big ends. We will probably end up in a bloody hire car.
Did this not happen last year? ..... and the year before ...and....
No, its different this time. Listen, dya hear that. Its knocking like feck.
Aye Dennis, can we get goin now. The sweats pouring out the bottom of my trousers.
OK then ....