A little while back I told you how I was just off to pick up the wifes Monster 620ie from Cobb & Jagger. All started well, the wife loved it ( and I was rewarde d !! ) but as my luck has been of late it went down hill on a rocket sled. Day three we got togged for a ride out, wifes bike flat. Two attempts to charge it but no, duff battery. Dealer to his credit sent out a quality replacement under warranty and two days later we had our ride out but were court out in some heavy rain. The wife pulls in to say the oil light had come on. check oil is OK it is, so the switch had shorted. Dealer again sends out a new switch under warranty and all is well. What follows is a couple of weeks of trouble free motoring. Wife and myself set off for a trip to Austria to see our son ( 620ie and my 1100evo ) all was going well till we hit heavy rain for Belgium all the way to Austria. Her bike was coughing and sneezing but other than that went well. Set off home in some nice weather and all was good until we were @ 150 miles into Germany and her bike just dies as she's halfway through an overtake. Bike cranks OK but will not fire up I check as much as I can but no good so recovery is called. She is taken to Memmingen a small industrial town and she is dumped at a petrol station and the bike vanishes on the back of the truck. She says the driver had been talking away in the truck in german, she assumes he was giving he info on what was too happen. Two hours later nothing so we phone recovery again to be told he shouldnt have done that and theyed sort it. Another hour and they call back to say they'ed booked us a hotel just around the corner for the night and the bike was going to the nearest Ducati dealer in the morning, nice. The next day they start to argue the toss that if the dealer can't fix it the cost of recovery to the UK would be more than the value of the bike and basically your on your own after that. Well I flipped out by then, the wife in tears. After some long and sometimes loud phone calls there attitude completely changed. Within two hours the wife was book on a plane from Munich, a taxi to take her there and a hire car from Gatwick to derive home. That left me to do 800 miles back to Scarborough on my own ( boo, hoo ). I got Luxemburg by the end of the day and did the the run home in one hit the next day, 637 miles in 13 hours including 3 hours total ferry time. Her bike is still somewhere in Europe and is due back sometime before the 6 June and then to Cobb & Jagger to be fixed. Very worried as to the state the bikes gonna be in by the time it gets back here. O bugger.