Drive left on the motorway until the little voice
says it's time for the country roads. These Englishmen know how to do country. The Shovel rumbling merrily across meadows, fields and groves, passing inviting pubs and village greens until the destination, an abandoned airfield comes into view. Sprawling and derelict, with a museum at its core, and loads of old Harleys and Brit bikes sputtering, clunking and purring about. Talk about engines: The Trip Out's uniqueness is in its real bikes for real roads. No show queens here, every one of these beautifully built machines could be ridden right away. My personal favourite was no custom though, but a sweet Sixties barn find early Sportster with an original mileage of just 7.000 on the odometer. Beautifully rusted at the edges, a true Harley if ever there was one. There were upsweep pipes to seriously endanger incoming aircraft, vintage Indians (complete with engineer/home builder), early and late Brit bikes, bonkers Jap builds, beautiful Knucks and Pans, Shovels everywhere, Sporties galore. If you don't see the Harley of your dreams here, you have as much gasoline in your blood as a bucket of buttermilk.