Kempton Park Snaps

I Love Kempton, both the concourse oddities inside - some of which are shamefully never ridden, and the buckets of rusty shite outside. The mind spins up with fantasy projects - the ingredients for which are mostly all here.

I normally manage to come away with at least one tool I didn't know I needed, whilst forgetting what was on my essential shopping list still pinned up in my shed.
Thanks to Dave for DJing, and the new and olde faces that passed by the Sideburn stand to say hello. BP