You may remember that my friend Hogsback Harry bailed out of our boys’ trip away – the night before we were due to leave – because he discovered that he’d let his Harley’s MOT lapse, which would invalidate his insurance. He couldn’t book the bike in for a fresh test in time, so he missed the trip.
Well, he took the bike in – not to a Harley dealer but to an independent garage he’s used for years. It sailed through the MOT. But when it came back, there was a mark on the exhaust – a small scrape at one end. But when the whole thing is immaculately shiny chrome, it stands out like bird poo on a tuxedo. Of course, the garage says it was already there; Harry insists they must have scraped it when he left it there for the MoT.
He wanted me to give some kind of statement that the bike wasn’t damaged when he dropped it off. That put me in a tricky position because I couldn’t do it… I could swear that the bike had been immaculate the weekend before, when I’d last seen it. But I couldn’t swear that he hadn’t scratched it on the way to the workshop or some time between me seeing it and Harry taking it in for the MOT.
I’m sure Harry will get it sorted out in his favour: he’s the most stubborn man I know. But it just reminds me why I don’t like bikes with loads of chrome. Far too delicate.