Ah there was I taking the top off the lightly boiled egg when my peace and tranquility was shattered by a devastating sound..a sound similar to a fleet of WWII bombers roaring overhead across the White Cliffs of old Dover. I gasped with horror! I am undone. Has Iran finally mastered the long range missile? Has that Earthquake rekindled its power? these thoughts whizzed through my head while eating frantically my remaining previously nervously nibbled finger nails.
But No...all was relatively Okay! It was a fleet of 20 Harley Davidsons(10 really) revving up and roaring into life in the hands of the Angels from Hell...who had all passed a peaceful and tranquil night at the Premier Travel Inn...Ah as one oul biker myself of 40 years ( or more but lets not go into that) who has ridden almost everything, I wanted to rev up and go with them..off to foreign climes. Of course not being a Hells Angel, and these were the real thing, you cant go with them. Nor can you pretend to be one either for fear of mortal danger. Still...live next to a big Dover Hotel and you see everything. The whole world passes by this door.
A quickly grabbed blurred image of one of the departing bikers.
