‘Run from the Covid’
I was only five minutes from home on my way to the meet up on my Indian rat “Lot 28” when the carb fell off, but was soon on the road again holding said carb on with my left ankle.
At the meet up quick repairs were sorted on my scoot while we waited for the southern contingent to turn up. When they eventually arrived, Bugsy was struggling with his throttle which, kept on sticking on, and a perished carb rubber, then we were off out Great Eastern Hwy, and a quick refuel at the York turn off.
Manyoo Jim had a soft seize when he flicked onto reserve, and Rich, who was riding one of Simon's scoots, fired the back end of his end can plus wadding into the scooter behind him like the main gun on a battleship, but otherwise we all got to the Beverley hotel in one piece and the weather was mostly fine.
Steve and Burt had had some great coffee mugs printed up for the event, and dinner was a treat, before a drunken quiz where everyone was the winner, or the loser, who knows.