Are you sitting comfortably ...
Maybe it was all the war movies on TV on the 70 year anniversary of D Day. As a M3W pilot, and a fan since childhood of warbirds, I'm drawn to the movies about flying. There's always a scene in a pub after a sortie where everyone in the squadron gathers at the pub. Much like on TM. An electronic pub, if you will. Much like a pub, you can expect a smile and a healthy handshake. Maybe some ribbing and a slap on the back. Some wit, knowledge shared, a good time had by all. In the movies, there's always a full pint by an empty chair, for those that won't be coming. As a former arm of my governments foreign policy and combat vet, I've seen empty chairs. So have others of us. We see it now in a less permanent way on TM. Still tugs a bit ...
On TM, our losses are due to friendly fire. A broken frame, BB, compensator, locked up rear sprocket. This is not combat. We've posted our photos and all appear to be persons of the world. We've labored for the opportunity to have ... diversions. Some four wheeled, some two, some both. We like a drive in the country ...
Agatha Christie enters my vision of this scene in my head. There are chalked 'X's' over some of the faces that are our photos. There is a chalked 'only these are left' under the photos. My photo is now chalked ...
We're being picked off. By friendly fire. The percentage is astounding. We're dropping like flys ... something is very wrong. Self destruction is not the signature of a 'Premium Marque'. Got in the que 04AUG12, took delivery of 'Mosquito' on 20JUN13. Almost one year on, 1739 miles. On Saturday, 14JUN14, was going to Mods vs Rockers with my M3W. It was not to be. I believe by what I've learned here and the clatter I heard, my compensator has gone to lunch ... my dealer will certainly sort and I will miss 2-3 weeks of our too short summer.
A friend of mine is no stranger to premium autos. BMW, MB. He has a strong preference for but no current ownership of Lotus, Jaguar, et all ... When I told him I was buying a Morgan, his eyes became all glassy and he damn near genuflected.
What do I tell my friend ? What would you ? You can't kill a squadron ?
Tally Ho ! 
