Thanks to a load of coffee I have managed to move the heavy bench out of the way and get a look at the stinger. It’s amazing what you can do when you are putting off starting some hard writing. The bike is not looking very healthy but the bits are all there.

For some reason it has been spread over the boat shed so the distinctive exhaust pipes and tank are on a nearby bench and the front forks have been stored in a boat. From the tank I can now exclusively reveal that the stinger was yellow, once.

Digging out these classic bikes is excellent fun but I have to do some more work now to pay for the dream Triumph. As lovely and rare as the Stinger is I doubt my local dealship will let me use it to trade in for a 675.