Time for the bi-annual "scrub and toss" in the Church of the Horizontally Air Cooled Twin (Old Ducati and the Princess Triumph excepting) Took all the bikes out except the 1969 V700 that's on the lift (that started yesterday with authority - just needs a new petcock on the left side). Scrubbed and Simple Green'd the oily bits. Swept up and gathered all the dreck. Rode everything (my R60/2 is in 'bama getting new shoes). The XL125 flat would not start. I kicked myself to exhaustion, then got a Dale's Pale and looked at it. The "off" switch on the handlebar was set to off. I flicked to run, kicked once, and the single sang. Damn. Thunderstorm getting ready to roar. Elroy the wonder boxer/pit (boxer brain, pit body) is sleeping at my feet. All the pretties are in their lair, dry.