It was a sort of bike fest

I wondered at first if I had stumbled on a rave. There was loud music and lots of motorbikes on this trading estate.

One look at some of the participants indicated that they were not ravers and that if I suggested they were I could just be stuffed back in my car and advised to leave.

Memories of years ago when bikers “came to town” and shop keepers closed down flooded into my mind. But these were not protesting men and women, they looked jolly and they were very willing to explain to me (and each other) all the things they had done to their motorbikes, at length – not that I always understood the explanations, but I tried to nod wisely at relevant moments in the narrative

It turned out that the gathering was a sort of bike fest where enthusiast could come along and meet other bikers, share ideas – maybe even purchase a few bits – eat and drink. It seemed to have been organised by a local motorcycle agency.

Eating and drinking was heavily recommended by the organisers who had introduced a couple of food vans along with drinks of all shapes and sizes. (Amazing how many bikers milk!)

By mid afternoon the ladies and gents remounted their steeds and gradually left. Most departures were a bit demanding on the ear drums, although I was assured there was no competitive element.

The competitive element came a few days later at Snetterton race track in south Norfolk. Maybe more pictures like these another time.

Don’t wobble if you’re on two wheels this weekend.