I know it's not BSA, but I completed a round trip of 256m on the Kwaka to see my sainted Mother. She's doing great for her 86th year, but did fall asleep half way through our conversation (convo to the Aussies). Probably due to my dulcet (or soporific) tone, or just cus I'm boring, eh.
Anyway, I did suffer a wardrobe malfunction as I filled up about 5 miles into the journey. My trusty leather jacket had come undone at the zip, and when I tried it again, it wouldn't zip up properly. Had to return home to get the nasty old Regatta jacket out which is covered in oil stains, etc. Nasty as it looks, it's one of the warmest and most waterproof items I have.
Feel knackered today, and my hands hurt, but a brilliant ride down and rapid, motorway ride back (didn't do much for fuel consumption, especially at 80mph with a headwind!!).
Back to the Beeza on the next ride out!