In trying to sell my bike, and having no joy from newspapers (I live in a slightly out-of-the-way location), I finally decided to sell it in a shop, giving up a commission. The owner took Clover out for a test ride and got about 20 meters before hitting a tar snake and dropping her.
Ah, well. I guess I'll just have to sell bits of my body so I can afford this beastie, eh? Coming out next year...