What an unbridled delight that ride was.
Very 'Old Skool' by way of its participants.
Lovely to see people, whom I don't get to see anywhere near often enough.
Fatboy's need to get their act together.
Today's level of service: Hungover.
ETA: The sticker which the Harley rider (one of four encountered at Fatboy's) gave me, reads (amongst other things):
'God created Harley on the 1st f*ck*ng day'
If anyone is interested in lots of moody (mostly) B&W stills of Harleys, they can be found by going to Instagram and doing a search for 'Cabrones del asfalto' (which translates *interestingly*).
Or you can do this if you're on Faceache (You can tell I'm down with the kids, and social meeja, an' everyfink' can't you).
You couldn't ask to meet a nicer bunch of biker thugs (and thugesses).
They asked if we'd mind moving, as they didn't want to sit at the tables which were exposed to the stiff breeze (Aw! bless).
We declined, opting for the tables with maximum solar gain, minimum breeze.
Back in the day, by now we'd be dead. By axe. Or something.
Srsly. They were lovely people, very much (not unlike us) into their bikes.
Thanks to all for your esteemed company today.
