Morning all, yesterday, was a nice day for "Little Nellie", it was given some love mid afternoon, with oils etc. Test driving was kicking out time at the schools, and the young-uns, were quite taken back with comments at least twice "that’s sick man" (apparently sick means good), and "what's that" a couple of times, later that day, it was polished ready for taking a young man to his prom night, where upon arrival outside the 1920's pavilion at Wicksteed park, a 100 or so people gave us a round of applause on arrival. (I will get a photo if I can)
Next doors yound lad wanted a ride, so I had him put some safety specs on for a short and full of giggles run round for 5 mins, he was laughing so much.

Returned home and rang my girlfriend who lives 100 miles away in Wokingham, so packed the brolly on the back, put the outdoor cover in the foot-well with my bag, googles, map, etc, and set off south, through Onley, to the M1, where we were photographed twice at least.

Usual thumbs up, and a very pretty blonde lady going berserk waving. Onto the M25, it was giving smiles round there where for Friday traffic we kept up good speed, one chap on a motorbike came out of nowhere, to the side of me, and gave me a nod, and thumbs up before disappearing into the traffic.
It’s odd how many people think its old and slow, and pull up to the side, to see how fast we are going, which makes for fun when pressing in hard just how quickly the speed gains, leaving the spectators astonished, it reminded me of the film the fastest Indian where Burts being followed by the truck, and he gives it a handful, and the sounds much the same, the crackle as it takes off.
The M3 proved a little troublesome, with the sun shining on the aero screens and goggles, it was quite hard to see, so had to ease off for the few miles till the sun broke off to my right.
Anyhow we arrive windswept at Wokingham, where some excited children and adults await their turn round the block before letting Nellie tick herself cool, before bagging her for the night.
