One of those perfect autumn Sundays – still and warm with a blue, blue sky. Obviously Sunday lunch had to be somewhere outdoors.
When Doc finally surfaced late morning he looked at me and said “it’s a perfect day for a ride” as if a) we had a motor bike and b) he could ride it if we did. Doc loves motor bikes and has done a lot of riding over the years, but very little recently. And he can’t get any shoe at all on the great big scar on his foot, let alone a bike boot. So even though it’s not quite as blokey as a motor bike we got into my Saab, put the roof down and drove up to the Scarborough pub.
Along with almost every other person within driving distance, and the Central Coast Harley Club.