Founders Day

As usual, I slipped the guy on the gate a tenner and he let me in for nowt.

The rain kept off and the ground didn't become too muddy from the cardigan dribble of thousands of old bikers.

Just photos of bikes this year. Classics, specials, gas–punks, last–hurrahs and bikes from my halcyon days.

I left early to avoid running into anyone I owe a pint. Made sure to get my hand stamped so I can return next year.