After following Reaper back to his house, I managed to convince him to come on the Zoomer instead of taking the chav chariot back into town for beers, he mentioned my habit of crashing. After much cajoling we zoomed round town picking up bits an bobs for a bbq and stopping for a couple of obligatory pints laughing like maniacs the whole time. A mate snapped this shot of a cupla porkers on a rather small moped....

