35,320miles slave to the 'puter,
I grew to love my CatEye CC8000.
I reckon you couldn't get one beauter.
It didn't wear out though I wore out many trousers.
Then I hit oily tarmac in Venezuela
Landed on my hip and slid for thirty meters.
So slippy nothing ripped so I didn't need a tailor.
But CatEye disappeared and I broke my femur.
Two heros put me in their cab and bike upon their trailer,
Took me to hospital, where I was the loudest screamer.
Private jet to Caracas, where they pinned my bone together.
Morphine morphine morphine and more and more morphine....errrrrr
A little blood short, I returned to Britain paler.
Now all I want is another CC8000 CatEye meter.

I know they don't make them any more, but can anybody find one for me?

Keep the rubber side down.
Richard