So today I had the opportunity to take the bike out for a ride to a) make sure the bike was okay and b) play with the sat-nav. Sarah was with me this weekend and the plan was for her to follow me to a car dealership which she didn't know the way to, so she followed me. Unbeknownst to me, this would have some unpleasant ramifications which involved the bike overheating badly.
The first sign happened right at the car dealership when, as I hadn't been getting enough air running past the engine, the coolant was overheating and then actually boiled, spewing it out of the overflow pipe, where is them steamed away on the pavement. Thankfully I was able to let it all cool, but then, after getting some fuel about an hour later, the bike totally lost drive as the clutch started slipping. I ended up semi-stranded on the M25 J21a roundabout. Every single car passed without stopping or even slowing to see if I was okay and I was past by a few bikes too, but there were two riders who did stop, about ten minutes apart. Both, were Harley riders and although I gently I waved them away as I knew I just needed to wait for the bike to cool and although I have to idea who they were, they both have my utmost thanks. Maybe I'm in the wrong bike sub culture afterall.