So, l was starting to feel that my fairly newly acquired GasGas 450 Pampera might be better replaced with a scooter. So far most of its use had been commuting to and from work in East Christchurch (the road cone capital of the world), what a waste. Too bogged down with domestic stuff at the weekend. Then I heard that Dominic, the middle Catholic Brother, was replacing the 1985 XL250R he's had forever with a brand spanking DR650. A plan was hatched! Kevin, the youngest brother has a huge fleet of 50's, scooters, mopeds, 1980's road bikes and post-classic racers. Almost everything but a dual sport. But the XL was still there, a ride for Kev. Oldest of the Brothers, Chris, the coolest priest in the country, rides the wheels off a DR-Z400. Monday was the day..... priest's day off. We met up at Dominic's place. Kevin took one look at my matt-black adventure helmet with mirrored visor and said "Hey Morgan... You look pretty menacing .......... for a fat old guy!" The tone of the day was set.