Summary
AT A Welsh caravan site, we awoke one morning to find a mountain mist. I went outdoors and stood wondering what to do with the day.
Then came a muted roar from the road, rising to a thunderous crescendo when, through the mist, came blazing headlights as 20 motorcycles powered in.See the full content of this document
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Hell of a Fright at Holiday Site ; Peterborough
The bikes were black. The riders were clad head to foot in black and wearing black, faceless helmets. Their leader gave a signal to switch off engines, leaving an ominous silence as the mist swirled a...
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