Re: Ken's 1912 Excelsior
Whilst preparing for a fishing trip in the shed where my dad's recently parked Francis Barnett was stored, I accidentally tipped a couple of pints of maggots over the bike. The smouldering sawdust and roasting maggots were a little frightening for a ten year old but I man'd-up and sorted it. My brother dobbed me in though, resulting in my backside receiving it's customary dusting and I didn't get to go fishing. I hated that bike, how I ended up being a motorcyclist is something of a mystery.
No real harm done, though, unlike with Ken's misfortune. You can't effectively dust your own backside.
I hope he had the fortitude to do it all again.