We woke up early the next day with plans made. The plan was to get our tailored Linen jackets sorted and then have a practice ride out to My Son on our new mean machines. We walked in towards town and stopped off at Randy's bookshop to pick up a map for the journey. We got talking to Randy, who is an American expat who has set up a bookstore in a small street of Hoi An, and found out some good information about routes to take and places to stay. We were on a relatively tight time budget so wanted to buy the map and shoot off, but he loved to talk. The poor guy must not get many English speakers and is probably pretty lonely so we felt bad edging towards the way to the door whilst chatting. We managed to get the map and make our apologise as we left and headed off into the town to a tailors that Randy had just recommended. We wandered in to Mrs Lan's tailors. She was a lovely little woman and just appeared to be a whirlwind of activity, taking measurements left right and centre. We ordered 3 linen jackets. One for me, one for Tom and one for his brother. She promised that she would start working on them straight away and to come back that evening for the first fitting. We headed back to the hostel to gear up on the bikes and head to My Son. After about 5 minutes into the journey my bike was already having serious problems. The bikes are supposed to have 4 gears and a neutral. My bike had a strange variation of this apparently. If the bike actually started it went from first to second (sometimes neutral); second to neutral; neutral to third and then third to forth(?). Changing down was a similar fiasco and you were never quite sure what gear it was in. Anyway, the bike basically died after about 5 minutes and refused to start (despite having worked ok the previous day). So 5 mins into the My Son journey we had immediate problems. Fortunately we were still close to where we had bought the bikes so took it back hoping to trade it for another. Obviously the dealer wanted nothing to do with it and tried to give it a quick service to bodge any problems. We really didn't want to start off so badly so refused to have the bike back and wanted to trade it for a nicer and newer looking one he had. He refused to do a straight swap for it and was asking for an additional €100 for the trade. We haggled down to €50 and accepted. The bike was really nice to ride and seemed to start and shift well. You can usually tell when you've got a good deal with the Vietnamese after haggling as they never seem so happy afterwards. So me and Tom set off again for My Son and got their in about 1.5 hours. It was a nice ride and the perfect chance to get some long distance driving practice. The My Son ruins were incredible, 11th century buildings that had survived the bombing from the war. The structures were slowly falling apart with bomb craters still littering the area, but it was really impressive nonetheless. After a quick look around we had a painless journey back to the hostel and went back to see how our linen jackets were coming along. They looked pretty good and Lan had done a good job measuring us up so only minor alterations were needed which she said she would manage in the morning. We took another early night and made plans to reach Hue the next day.