The final countdown...5
Agent Hilda - a thunderous bird if ever there was one, has put in an appearance, which can only serve to reassure.
She's been a regular cover girl during the 'years of interest' ie: after realising that incey winceyette pyjamas weren't as comfortable as lycra, particularly when it came to drinking early on a Saturday morning. Why not whirr your slurds with an audience after taking exercise all night?
"Riding back is boring shoot, dahlings - let us have a drink instead."
(I used to offer my hip flask in the old days, but even that wouldn't be hip enough - or full enough - these days, I expect.)
Anyway, I digress, as this is supposed to be a celebration of food, following on from the breakfast and alternative breakfast mentions posted earlier.
Looking back through some online remnants, it is easy to see how vital food is for the Friday Night Riders. But where to start?
Hmmm...let me see.
A breakfast, bright'n early.
Same breakfast - different view.
There are affronted breakfasts in abundance - for the has beans...(Felpham)
And, positively happy breakfasts (Cleethorpes)
Cleethorpes actually was a delight for the friend of fried potato
There was the Republican breakfast
Olaf was also subjected to the 'shared' breakfast - although he never invited the seagull to share (pic please Tim, ta)
The Republican Ride was always going to be the 'elephant in the room'
or, in this case, 'the elephant on the vroom' but all participants survived.
And, Southend. Well, it was one end of a sausage, South or North..
All food consumed was responsibly sauced...
There were even ice creams...
Becs carried hers well - they could have suffered under the Felpham sun.
I'll not post another picture of Simon '99', but have you got any food for thought to welcome Friday night's impending ride?