The upside of all this was that I got to sample a plethora of machines while mine was being repaired. The final incident came in the spring of 1986. This time there was only one person to blame for the calamity and he didn’t work in a motorcycle factory in Munich or drive a Jaguar. It was me. At the time I was an instructor for the Star Rider organisation. A pupil and I stopped at a give-way sign, he proceeded to set off, I looked behind then followed – but the pupil had changed his mind and I ran into the back of his bike. Smashed headlight and embarrassment for me, no damage for him.