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I voted for the Rat Bike- It had been ridden across Europe into India and from Darwin to Sydney in Australia. It worked for a living.
The chopper (everyone was convinced) was picked the following week because the owner went 'ape-shit' as Lynne put it (the Marshall who helps with the weekly pick of the bikes).
He sat and ranted and raved about how he should be a winner going to the meets every week and stormed off with loads of throttle. *Spoilt brat.
Last I heard on the way back to our bikes late in the evening the Ducati racer (red/gold classic) won, but it wasn't confirmed in the paper.
Paul (Mark's school friend) and his wife walked back to our bikes on the way to their BSA (at Arena 2). There were the usual Police bikes by the end gate, they do a publicity thing with kiddies sitting on the bikes and turn on the lights.
'Bye then Trudi, now remember to get that tax sorted on your bike now you've taken the baffles out of the exhaust!'
Oh, Thank you very much Paul, I'm NOT sending you a get well card now..........
*Policeman 'I'm not raising to the bait, I'm off duty'
*Policeman 'Get well card? Is there going to be some violence? Can I hold him down while you hit him?'
Paul goes into hospital on friday. I'm going the pay the nurses to get him sectioned