Swopped out the deadly dull and deathly quiet stock exhaust travesty on my FZ6 for some shiny, burbly Beowulfs. Took under an hour, no bolts left over and all good, for mates rates effectively.
Thoroughly nice chap too.
He can also help you get laid you know. Very handy man he is of many skills.
No update on the standard of jokes?
The guy’s soo hot he wears scorched underwear
More praise for Tim;
Dragged him out of his house in the evening, to perform minor surgery after my pisspoor mod went wrong. He worked in the dark while I held a torch, and got me up and running again (briefly, but the diagnosis helped!)