Inwardly fuming with my incompetence I was relieved to see that damage seemed to be restricted to a broken, but useable, mirror. After a welcome brew and sausage sarni I resolved to set off on a lovely ride round the East Yorkshire Wolds and made it to beautiful Millington, 15 mile in, when I noticed my clutch lever was hanging off. There was a break in the bracket casting. I stopped by muscling the gear lever into neutral and watched a large posse of riders slow down, ready to stop and help. I waved them on as without another bracket or lever I could see no resolution. I push started the bike downhill and proceeded to travel the next 20 or so mile without a clutch, not to be advised without some damage to gears! The end came when fight or flight resulted in the latter at a roundabout. I juddered to a stop in the face of oncoming traffic and cut the engine. By now the weather was blowing a ‘hooley’ which added to my discomfort and my wish to be by a log fire with a G&T. I noticed that the clutch lever was hanging down on the cable and was moving dangerously close to the front wheel. Time for drastic action! Pulling over to a safe place I ransacked the wicker basket/tool chest for inspiration. A roll of cloth type insulating tape which I had forgotten about came to light and although I was 45 minutes late getting back I made it with a working clutch. (See pic)