.......and for something completely different to the sensible and blingy on this thread....
Another weekend, another dooo.
Bikes, mates, beer, fire and giggles.
You know you`ve had a good weekend when you get home with a few hundred on the odo dazed and fazed, often battered bruised and bloodied, with filthy hands, a tongue like Ghandi`s flip flop, and stinkin` of wood smoke.
And before anyone pipes up, i already know;