To cap it all off while I was chillin with some of the good, honest, local folk from the American MC at the Tumby pub, sipping a frosty ale and shooting the pleasant late afternoon breeze, some classic two wheeled action rocked up to get me salivating in my beer . . . . first on the scene was the lovely 1970 K1 750/4, bloke's had it for thirty plus years, a totally together and purposeful bit of kit for he and his missus, complete with period Rickman Ace bars and a very tastefully modded Guzzi bikini fairing . . . . followed shortly thereafter by a delightful 1973 RD 350 Yammy, original fucking everything, paint, badges, pipes, levers, indicators, seat, guards, shocks, the entire box and dice, and it sounded sweet as a nut, no ghastly two stroke clatter and cackle, rather the nice muted tones of one of the crossed tuning fork mob's finest mid size rockets in utterly fine fettle . . . . I love bikes !!!
It wasn't going to get any better than that, I said my goodbyes, threw the lid back on, pointed the steer tire to the north and headed for home . . . . all was good with my world, well, as good as I have a right to expect.