... well, on the bus ... okay, so at the bus station, and hoping that nobody has left an oozing bucket of yellow crap under a motorway bridge between Digbeth and Luton Airport. Barcelona and the 2018 models await!
Turn up the volume ... and put on a backing track of your choice: I'm not going to second guess your musical tastes, but I would recommend something quick.
I cut out the soundtrack because the sound of a Milwaukee Eight at 10x normal speed makes a 2-stroke through expansion chambers – or Billy on his chainsaw-engined bike – sound like a narrowboat's Lister diesel on tickover, and I abandoned the idea of a voiceover because it was just inane rambling.
So, what you are left with is two hours compressed into ten minutes, with some weird footage of how often the rear brake is called upon for heavier braking, clouds scudding across the skies reflected in the Freewheeler's fuel tank and a sense of rural Essex, because this was shot last weekend at the Essex Poker Run, held annually at Mersea Island.