You would be excused for thinking that the Bank Holiday Jack in the Green weekend in Hastings is all about folklore and Morris dancing. But no - the other side to the day is the arrival of literally thousands of motorcycles, which are then parked for the day on the seafront while their leatherclad owners wander around in the sun. It's a tribal occasion, completely devoid of aggression, and happily coexisting with the crowds of people dressed in green and watching Morris dancers.
The bikers themselves are not in the first flush of youth - which is scarcely surprising, given the value of many of the bikes. Harley-Davidsons are there in droves. The trend seems to be in the direction of customised motor-trikes, such as the one pictured above. I'm assuming that these give added comfort to the aging posterior, as well as some back support, while preserving the essential experience of wind gusting in your face at sixty miles an hour.
The rumble of motorbike engines down the roads to the front and along the shoreline was something to hear. It seemed to be largely a bloke thing. But I did manage to get a picture of a group of bikettes in high heels and skin tight leathers, seen below. I'm not quite sure what the man on the right is looking at, but I don't fancy his chances.
Antony Mair
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