As a self-styled 'imagineer', AF decided to work out the theoretical minimum number of spokes his wheels could have and still retain structural integrity. With the help of a Casio scientific calculator and 8 or 9 bottles on Kronenburg 1664, he established the answer as 12, removed two out of every three spokes on both wheels, and went out for a test ride, getting as far as the end of the road before disappearing under a milk float in a tangle of twisted metal. When he came to, after a week and a half in a coma, he explained how it had happened to a doctor, saying it was the kind of glitch you had to anticipate as an imagineer. The doctor said he could think of another word for what AF was, but he wasn't going to use it while his mum was in the room.