I was raised around bikes. My dad was a mech and worked at a shop and out of his garage. One thing I learned is to never let a gremlin sit on your bike. My dad had this little black furry stuffed animal. Called it the gremlin. Set it on a guys bike - engine let loose. Set it on another bike - trans gone. Was building a bike for a guy (all these bikes were always KZ900's, KZ1000's, or Z1's - those were the bad asses of the time) beautiful bike, piston kit, cams, etc - bad ass for the time. The guy came to pick it up and the gremlin is sitting on the seat. Lays the bike down on the way home. The gremlin came to be feared. Its curse never failed. For the life of me, I can't figure out why my dad never got rid of that damn gremlin. It was always in that garage somewhere. People who didn't believe in the power of the gremlin learned. Anyone else have any similar stories? I'm sure none of you will believe this story, but don't risk it. Never let a gremlin sit on your bike. True story.