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with Ray on his 600 G11 twin to the annual 'Day-care Centre Rally' in France; a 4 day gathering in tents of dodgy hips, Pacemakers, slack epiglottis muscles, and 'night-comfort' bottles.
The 90 miles to Dover was a most pleasant and uneventful sunny ride through minor roads and after chatting with half a dozen other motorcyclists at the head of the loading queue we were waved to board and off they went. Ray's 600 roared into life and I pressed the start button on the Mutchless......nothing.....zilch. I twiddled the leads to the starter and waggled a few other wires in uncoordinated panic . Still nothing, so after ten minutes of acute embarrassment: "You carry on, Ray. I'll catch the next ferry when it's sorted". He waited. The cars began to roll past and I paddled the bike to one side.
Just then, Dick, another club pal who had seen the fracas and was travelling by car wandered over and spotted the problem straight away.
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Yep. In the kerfuffle of gloves off, helmet off, helmet on, gloves on, and stuffing passport, tickets, and boarding cards into my tank bag I had knocked the (never before used) Kill switch on. Sodding modern technology! I eventually got going just in time to board.
![Embarrassed :oops:](./images/smilies/icon_redface.gif)