I'm pretty sure the bike if fine. If not, a manilla envelope will be winging your way soon.
If you're going on about organisational skills, then you might have mentioned that the wind moderated the instant we turned westward (if memory serves we were in Blackburn at 2 am, and that was after taking a quarter of an hour out at Tescos). That, my friend, took a lot of arranging. I had, for instance, to promise the Gods that you would forsake mudguards. Thor's little lightshow was a reminder. Next time he won't be so easygoing with the electrical stuff.
I spent three and a half hours in Piccadilly Station - the caff we looked at wasn't all that. I'd been there a couple of hours and this copper comes up to me
'Excuse me Sir'
'Hello' (thinks - will I have to take bike apart to prove absence of explosives?)
'nice bike'
'yes' (thinks - if he rings Dauphinsports will they have a record of the frame number?)
'I saved up and got a Giant myself, but that is a really nice bike'
'It was that or the kitchen'
'Ha-ha. Ha. Do you think the difference is worth it?'
'Yes, very much so'.
'Ah. Yes. Nice bike. Good luck'.