The breakfast club at Goodwood itself was magnificent. It was like a mini Festival or Speed or Revival with the Paddock filled with some lovely machinery. Riding into the paddock on the Ducati, I felt totally at ease, feeling that this was where the bike should be seen. Kev's bike on the other hand needed a clean and is somewhat battle scared. Nice bike thou.
After a lovely breakfast and a wander back, we headed home and encountered some serious queues on the A3 heading back to London. It was closed through Guildford, which cause havoc on the local roads. If we hadn't been on the bikes, it could have easily taken three hours just to navigate the queues. Crazy. Thankfully I got back home just in time to watch the MotoGP at Mugello. What a lovely way to spend a Sunday morning. Will I be going back? Absolutely. Its my new favourite bike meet.