I had not met any bikers for months. I then met six in in one day, only two of whom actually stopped for a chat. The other four were riding in pairs and just waved.

Rupert, on his 50cc two stroke scooter and Albert from northern Canada.

Rupert's choice of bike was designed for short trips to the shops not 500km days. Consequently he was getting through engines and pistons like chocolate eclairs at a fatties feeding frenzy.

I saw him sitting by the side of the road waiting for the engine to cool down a bit.