

Due to various Bexley regulars having conflicting commitments there was a select turnout for this run, of myself and Robin. However we could not have asked for better weather and the only hitch came when I went the wrong way in Maidstone which required a bit of correction to get back on course. We agreed that the signposts are designed to draw people onto the M20 whether they want that road or not, and we didn't.
The grounds of the Chilham village hall were already filling up with bikes when we pulled off the pleasant A252, and the catering trailer was brewing up cuppas by the dozen. Which was just as well because a dozen or so guys from the Renegades had just beaten us to it. There were bikers and bikes of every size, shape and persuasion, from classic Brits to custom chops, trikes and even fully faired Japs. My interest was sparked by an orange Thunderbird Sport which had been treated to some race cans and by a Legend which had been extensively altered at the front.
Although the organisers had taken precautions against the possibility of bad weather by providing a marquee to put the show bikes in, the shiny bits - of which there were plenty - would have gleamed even more in the sunshine. I recognised one custom bike ("Capricious") from a feature in Back Street Heroes, and there was another one which I'm sure must have been given a write-up before now if only on the strength of the radical handlebars - machined from billet aluminium or cast? I couldn't be sure.
There then followed a couple of hours of coffee consumption, wandering round, chatting, snacking and more coffee. In a change from last year I think the charity raffle and band happened later - we made a move at about 4 p.m. and left them to it, enjoying another sunny ride home. In fact it was so enjoyable that Robin continued following me up the A20 when he should have turned off.