Back from the "Brighton Burn-up"

(You'd have thought someone would have come up with a more apt nomenclature for this 'do' by now?!)

However, I digress.






Truly the good Gods conspired to produce some decent weather, excellent country and scenery on the trip down and, what a spectacle when we arrived in Brighton!




All sorts of Bikes from Mopeds to the (very) obvious 'Boss Hoss'

There were Bikes that would never see the day when so much as a pint of petrol would leave the tank they were so 'bulled-up'
Others that had obviously had a lot

of cash spent on them,
and were dearly
(in more ways than one) loved
by their owners

Some who were there for the ride (Me)

(My bike being ignored by all & sundry)





Some bikes that just shouldn't be allowed out on the road and some that sparked emotional thought processes such as 'How the F#@k did that make it here in one bit? '

Entertainment provided in the form of the stunt riders and an 'MC' that no-one could figure out from which of his orifices the noises were coming from?!


Loads of Scooters, and people dressed for the various decades in a surprisingly and refreshingly completely non-threatening atmosphere.

Brilliant An excellent day had by all (other than the 3 scooters that rather embarrassingly (for the rider) and amusingly (for the onlookers) overheated and packed up in the que to leave, he he!)