My 1972 Guzzi Eldorado has been my main travelling companion for a few years now (Trans Lab, Trans Taiga etc.), but a year or so back she developed gearbox problems. No, wait - let's be honest here - I buggered up her gearbox thinking I was a better mechanic than I am. But to cut to the chase - with a fresh, replacement gearbox, new cylinders and pistons, a new oil pump, and a few shy of 100,000 miles on the clock, she's back on the road, both metaphorically and literally. I'm writing this from a rather nice motel in Roblin, Manitoba. This is the end of my fourth day on the road, having left home near Kingston Ontario before 5AM on last Friday morning. I'm generally heading west. To paraphrase Gord Downie in that terrific bike road movie 'One Week', 'I have Direction but not Destination'. The first day was uneventful, except the darn bike was reluctant to idle on both cylinders and would buck and splutter at low speed. Never mind though, there's not much call for idling between home and my mate Ken's home in Webbwood where we spent a pleasant hour being bug bitten while we tried to sort the carbs. We thought we had it nailed, but as I headed back toward the Trans-Canada highway the Eldorado was spluttering and would only run well if I kept the revs up. 'Oh well, she'll sort herself out when she gets warmed up' I thought. Wrong. I had hardly gone 5 miles when the misfiring got much worse then she died altogether. I pulled onto the soft shoulder. After years of riding old bikes, I'm smart enough to keep a comprehensive tool kit near the top of the pannier. Still thinking it was carb problems I was just about to pull the top off the right-hand Del Orto when I noticed that the capacitor, which is usually bolted to the side of the distributor (what? your bike doesn't have a distributor?), was hanging by a couple of threads of one of the bolts. The other had vanished. So I tightened it up. Bike started. Sounded good. Off we go again - for the next 20 miles - until the bike staggered to a stop again. This time the remaining bolt had vibrated free. In my bag of spare bits, I had multiple old sets of points (what? your bike doesn't have points?), one of which had the little bolt which, as luck, or great Guzzi forethought would have it, was the size I needed. It's a bit of a fiddle to get the bolt into the little holes. Various carb parts and HT leads are in the way, so of course I dropped the precious bolt. Back to my tool kit for the magnet-on-a-stick - you can tell I've been here before. I went fishing for the dropped bolt and came up with two. One of the originals had lodged in a little depression in the crankcase. Eventually I got one bolted in place. I dropped the other in the gravel and despite fishing with the magnet for a while couldn't find it. Oh well, these things happen. So the remaining bolt wouldn't go walk-about again, slapped some Gorilla tape over the condenser pressing it firmly down over the nut. That was three days and a couple of thousand kilometres ago. So far it's holding.