Don’t ever tell me these guys don’t have style

Waiting patiently for the bikers to arrive

But they and the large crowd in Sheringham didn’t have to wait long for the Harley Davidson bikes and their riders to arrive. It wasn’t so much that you saw them coming, you heard the deep throated roar of the engines pulsating down Station Road.

Machine after machine roared into the designated parking spaces. Magnificent machines, beautifully kept and presented were lined up – and the riders willingly displayed their colourful and imaginative creations.

You can never be sure that there are no two the same, but each bike seemed to me to be distinctive and perhaps saying something about its rider.

Ladies and gents your visit was greatly appreciated by the town.

I must reflect though on how things have changed over the years.

When I was a student, towns enlisted the help of the local constabulary to discuss how the motorbikes and their riders might be kept out. These days local Police traffic cars look on with an attitude of gentle benevolence as the bikers travel to the seaside.

I am thinking of upgrading my push-bike, but I’m not sure the piggy-bank would be able even to raise enough for a down payment on one of these.

Ah well – back to earth.