I'm 25% Scot. Which doesn't really count I guess. I don't particularly care for porridge either.
Dan - no more bikes for me. I had a major accident a few years back (fractured spine, fractured pelvis, broken knee joint, broken ankle, dislocated shoulder, smashed collar bone and badly broken fingers (in the 'shall we amputate these for you now sir?' catagory). I was lucky. I am also lucky that I have almost no major scars or walk like Igor assisting Frankenstein. Also I kept my fingers and they're just fine, I play the piano like Shrek.
I got on a bike when I could walk again - and, guess what? No balls. None whatsover! I was a bag of nerves.
I've sniffed a few Harley's but my wife goes rather white and thin-lipped whenever I suggest it.
Sorry, off topic, but I thought you'd understand......