Whoops...
About half way to Bondi Greg's pointing at the back of my bike yelling something...Fuck, cowls gone. SO we back track to harrys and some absolute super fucking legend has picked up the cowl and lent it against a near by post where it must off flown off. Not only that, they've picked up the 2 rubber mounts that have spewed over the road on impact and put them there too.
Thank you whoever you are, saved me 180 whatever bucks.
