Poole Bike Night
I LOVE Poole Bike Night, it signifies the beginning of Summer. Lovely ride down there in the sun (filtering all the rush-hour traffic, courier-style), then eating chips and ice cream while watching the bikes come by, and finally riding home through the twilight, enveloped in the scent of the countryside after a warm day. All the while dodging the attention of coppers :)
As usual, I was attracted to all the shonky rubbish, rather than the over-polished Harleys and over-modified sports bikes:
Kermit the Virago
Buell, guaranteed to be an absolute nightmare to maintain
Monster! Really coming around to these, it would satisfy my V-twin fetish. Does this make me a hipster?