To cut a long and in retrospect a rather hilarious story short, after the bloody great row at the dealers we set off again but 5 miles down the road 80% of Thrifty Peter's P11 wiring burnt out (shorted Zener, loads of smoke, so forth). I had to ride back to the arsey dealer with my tail between my legs to buy some wire. The awkward Frog insisted that he could only let me have one 15 metre roll of blue which was just enough. We rewired it by cutting the connectors off the melted wires leaving short tails which we twisted to the new wires and taped them up, then successfully carried on to Milan and back home. Just under 2,000 miles in all.