Got out into the glorious sunshine for a few hours on the Pan this morning and ended up in local biking hot-spot Helmsley, a lovely village on the edge of the moors.
The Pan sat like a BP oil spill in an ocean of multi-cylindered moon rockets, multi-coloured leather and gaylord racing boots.
Glad I'm not a biker.
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