No getting around
it. It’s been a wet, wet, wet
summer. So for one of our final
ride-outs of the summer we hoped for the best but expected the worst.
Hope came through for
us today. The sun shone and it was
a beautiful thing. It came with
proper heat and everything. If you owned two wheels and a two stroke engine
today was your day. Everyone wanted in. Chaps from The Foresters and the
Enfield Rifles joined forces with the New Originals and we were proper mob
handed.
We saddled up in
Chingford and headed east.
East through Woodford,
Chigwell and beyond. The late summer breeze clearing our souls and bringing a
smile to our faces. The guys in
their shorts and t-shirts have never had it so good.
Moments like these are
why we ride. There’s a peace out
there on the roads. The shrill of the scooters. The awed looked from those on the pavements. The cars that
honk their horns in appreciation. The camaraderie of fellow riders.
We rock up at some
pub. A cheeky pint? It’d be rude
not to. And why don’t you throw in
a Sunday lunch while your at it. A
catch up with Brad, Martin, Ian,
Danny and the chaps. It feels
good. It feels even better when
young Zelic – all of 6 months! – puts in a show. His old man Greg is getting him started young.
We were young
once. But time moves on. We’re
older now. Kids, mortgages and all that.
But you know what? We can’t kick the habit. Northern Soul, Ska, Rock Steady, Trojan reggae, plush cotton
shirts, paisley scarves, designer denim, hush puppies, old school Adidas trainers
and Vespa and Lambrettas. It’s who
we are. We were born this way.
