You break down far down that other fork. You hear the sound of banjos...you are well and truly forked...or going to be. Suddenly that fat chick on the crf250l seems a lot more appealing and a lot less painful. You must realise on a Chinese menu if it says Peking duck it may look like duck and quack like a duck but the dog in the alley has mysteriously disappeared and you are going to "Squeal like a pig... boy!... cause we don't got no ducks out here."