or, how I travelled to deepest Essex on the train, and survived. Actually, that was the easy (though slow) part. 2 hours for a 40-miles-as-the-crow-flies public transport "experience". Where the fuck is Maylandsea? I mean, I can see where it is on the map, but why are all the roads pointing in random directions? Essex is a silly place; don't go there. Still, Blaney's 400 Four: what a lovely bike. Excepting the front brake, which is a bit dire. Sounds lovely, looks lovely, handles surprisingly well for a mid-70s bike, pity about the front brake. Still, using the rear brake makes things OK, but it's something that is a bit of a learning curve when you're used to modern machinery. Also, leaks petrol if you leave the fuel tap switched to "on", rather than "of"[1] But still, what a nice bike; looks like a bike, sounds like a bike, smells like a bike etc. [1] yes, AFAICS it's really etched "of" rather than "off".