Well, I wasn't going to go because I had some packing to do but my mate Keithy was distraught and kept texting me to go, and, well he's a mate and you don't let your mates down, so I went. Paignton was bathed in blazing sunshine and the usual 'kiss me quick' contingent had that definite whiff of Patchouli oil about them. It was heaving with bikers and bikes, candy floss, doughnuts and that chip smell which is always slightly different at the beach. And, brilliant community spirit, the Repsol Replica boys were there giving free rides to underprivileged kiddies. Kudos to them.
And, yet again! I bumped into Shawn's bike. Yet to meet Shawn but this is the third time I've met his bike. People will talk. Keithy's bike and Bill got to do a bit of sunbathing. Bill nudging up to a GILF of a Kawasaki, Hubba, Hubba! All in all a lovely afternoon, plus I got to play with some Harley's on the way home.
