The Grand Wizard found himself alone in the garage. The smell of warm V-twin beckoned him. A splash of WD behind the ears, methinks, and dim the lights.
V50 trembled with nervous anticipation of what it imagined it was about to witness. Stelvio sighed. Lawnmower, startled by the sound, rumbled onto the darkest corner and hid behind the bikerack.
Grand Wizard steathily crept across toward Stelvio. He made himself jump with an involuntary click from the 1/2 inch drive rachet in his hand.
'The time has come' he muttered gently to no-one in particular. Warm 10W/40 wafted gently thr