Geezus. What was I thinking in that I should get my ass out to The Latitude Festival and actually be able to hang with friends and like minded folk. It all seemed like a good idea. Ride my motorcycle out, do a set then pitch the tent and try this camping out in a field with the English. Unfortunately this never happened. I had the choice of riding out on my 1996 Truimph Tiger or take my US home built, Harley Davidson powered hardtail (no rear suspension) chopper. Seeing as the event was a little over 140 miles away I pussed out and decided on the full suspension Triumph. Big mistake. I got about 20 miles into it when the thing just died right in the middle of the M25 motorway as I was cranking up into the 90mph mark. Figuring it was water in the fuel and if that was the case it means that when the bike gets warm it does nothing for perfomance. After about five minutes or so it started right back up and off I was again. It died one more time before I could get to a fuel station and top it off with new petrol. I thought this would fix it but was seriously wrong. It died three more times last time being in the middle of the Dartford tunnel. Holy shit was that interesting. There is no room for anything like that in that death tube and to avoid getting clipped by passing trucks I had to lean the bike against the wall of the tunnel then stand on the seat and try and get as close to the tunnel wall as I could. Good thing I kept my helmet on and I ain't that fat even with riding gear on. Eventually after more than my fair share of hand gestures from the passing cars and trucks who's day I ruined the bike started again. I got out of there at full throttle and was able to limp into the next available services. Luckily I have RAC so I gave them a call. The guy showed up 30 minutes later and he and I spent over 2 hours trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong. Eventually he diagnosed it was the ignition sending unit and there was nothing either one of us could do right then and there. Also he said eventually it would quit altogether and there was no telling where that would be. I kept the good people at the comedy tent at the festival what the deal was and luckily for all involved some guy named Marcus Brigstock was on hand to cover my set (wish I could have seen it I hear he's good). Thanks Marcus ; ) I turned back and headed back home where the bike died and re-started three more times. Obviously I should've sucked it up and took the chopper but I didn't want to come off too braggish. I guess next time, brag more and make the gig. The Triumph will get fixed and sold soon therafter. Now to figure out what bike next? Trust another Triumph? Go with a BMW like my friends Ross Noble and Craig Campbell? Or try something different like a KTM. Whatever happens I have to do something to maintain my carbon foot print. God forbid it should ever decrease.