Greetings Gepetin, and thank you for the offer of help - fortunately that can happen over the depths of cyberspace, making "the kindness of strangers" available world-wide. For seven splendid years I was able to run a BMW R100 RS which was way beyond my understanding, with help from Australia, America etc, though now, when my spirit is wearing out my body like a pair of old shoes, I need lighter machines. In England my two bikes stand quietly waiting for me to find them a roof here, and since my Honda Accord will need to leave Europe at the end of February, I'm hoping to return with them in a hired van. I just need the kindness of estate agents. I seldom feel at peace in cities - when driving here, I always go west round Madrid and spend a night in Avila, which nicely breaks up the journey. I recommend the Four Posts Hotel to anyone going that way. However - having a contact in a foreign city is a different matter, making available much I would never find for myself. I spent an afternoon in Granada, searching an industrial estate the size of Lichtenstein for a cam-belt - but then I suspect even my closest friends would confess that I would be unable to find my own backside with both hands, a map, a compass, and an EEC funded Bottom-Finding scheme. So it goes. If you find yourself down this way, my home is your home, as I believe the saying goes. Saludos, Sunbeem.