Les Barnes, for it was he, took his test on his TS185B. It's raining, it's autumn. He has an audience. (We were nice like that) He gets to the emergency stop bit...the examiner steps out...Les grabs the brakes, Bridgestone's finest grip, the bike slows, and Les crosses a patch of fallen, wet, leaves. The front grips some more. Les slides past examiner on his arse, Suzuki sheepishly following.

"I won't ask you to do that again..."