A little photo essay - the grass roots of bike sport

Nearly ready for the start...

Its not the pits in MotoGP thats for sure

Old campaigners.....

Back to basics....

Give her the berries!!!

Heavy metal.....

All taken on a Nikon FE with either an E series 50mm or a Tamron 80-200. With the 50 I used an orange Nikon filter. HP5

Location is the Hartland Hillclimb, earlier this year.






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