Nice sunny Sunday forecast. Did all the jobs specified by my wife on the Saturday, on the understanding I could get the bike out for the first time since I bought it in January. In that time she has been tucked up under a blanket in the garage - the bike not the wife that is. Wired up to an optimate as well. Leathers and helmet on starts first time on the button. Decides to fill up first - always a good plan. Bike duly fuelled up ready for her maiden blast in the Peak District. Press starter - whirring sound - announcing death of battery. Push bike away from Petrol Pump, try a few more pointless presses of the starter. Man in Saxo offers use of jump leads - I accept. Bike starts up I head off back to dealers and leave them the keys. 'Ring us on Monday when the service department is open' I catch bus back home still wearing leathers and carrying helmet - feeling like a Mister Man who came out of the wrong door. Took dog out for a walk to the sound backdrop of scores of bikes heading out to where I should have been. Regulator/rectifier I suspect unless any one else has another explanation. I bet we don't get another decent weekend for ages. I would add add an appropriate smiley now but I am too pi**ed off!