







So Saturday night was upon us, or were we upon it?, who knows.
Some of the crew had been busy with a fork loader piling all the wood that was left into a huuuuge big pile. When it caught it was rather warm !
For those sittin' around the fire, entertainment was provided by the obliging chap who donned a daft wig and proceeded to drive his XS650 (with straight throughs) round and round the site, picking up a few willing passangers on the way.
Thanks
to Stu and the Border Reivers crew for a great party, bloody hard work, but
I think everyone appreciated it. And they even had to go get more beer.
Tthat's another regular for the diary.
Footnote : On the way home I made it all the way to Abington services, where as I drive past the gas station I heard a huge "Doink!" . Whaddafuckwizzat ! . Then Discovering to me horror that as I touch the front brake the headstock and tank seemed to have had something of an argument on the motorway and decided to part comany. The very helpful "Neil" in his yellow van ably trailered the poor broken beast up the road.
On further inspection when I got home I discovered what you see below. Shiiiiiiit!
Guess what I'm doing this weekend !

