Packed and ready for the off (camera packed too ... phone pic):
The venue:
The RSV4:
Prospective buyer offers to trade for her orange juice (she was the only one who got a ride on it!):
Paddy tries it for size (calm down, calm down):
Reports suggest Max has been overdoing the pasta:
What we learned about Falco Mirrors ......
A Falco (named Daphne ... I kid you not) sporting US market mirrors:
Pete's old nail sporting standard European mirrors:
.... looks as though you might be able to see more than your elbows with the 'merkin mirrors.
Oscarpinch's haul from the raffle .... he'd gone by this point:
Pete won a rather posh Aprilia jacket .... which had become Paddy's by the time we went home .... part of a deal involving some 54mm TBs !
Early morning view from my tent (looking away .... fortunately):
(my tent being the epicentre of a group hallucination from which people mistakenly believed snoring noises to have been generated on the scale of a herd of big game from the Serengeti)
Pete preparing coffee for me (it's good to have staff):
Tutu Oh no's (or was that 2 Tuonos?):
Pete's Falco with Davina's Monster (It's ok - it's not a picture of Paddy with his kecks off):
Some lonely Fut Futs:
This is what happens when you fit a Mille 2into1into2 renegade exhaust to a Falco:
This is then followed by D-Rider spotting said damage
Followed by Pete ripping it from his bike in an act of despair and chucking it in a bin
Followed by D-Rider thinking "that'll clean up nicely and should be salvageable"
Followed by said hugger travelling home to Coventry rather than the swamplands from whence it had started it's journey.
Moral of the story .... if you want some goodies for your bike, tell Pete that his are broken and sure enough you'll end up taking them home.
