The Return of The Prodigal

A busy day getting ready for holiday tomorrow. And the sportster was finally ready for collection from the garage. It now has a shiny new 5 speed gearbox. On the way back I was caught in a biblical deluge and got very, very wet. And then there was a banshee-like wail at an ear-splitting volume. The rain had got into the radio (the garage hasn't reinstated the NickMog patented radio protection device (the polythene bag)) and like a cross between Herbie and Poltergeist, the radio had turned itself on and was producing blood-curdling wails.