During the summer the village held a bikeshow to raise money for charity, there was a ride out through the English countryside in the sunshine, (which is always nice), followed by a bikeshow afterwards, of which I was asked to be a judge, (more on that in another post). This Royal Enfield was ridden by a friend of a friend, and apparently its one of only two in the world, the other being in New Zealand. The story goes that just as Royal Enfield started to build this model they received an order for bikes for the military, just as things were ramping up for the second world war. The bike belonged to the present owners grandfather, who started to rebuild it with his son, but when the grandfather passed away, the father lost interest, and the bike disappeared into the attic for many years, until the grandson found it and recently rebuilt it, the rideout to the bikeshow was its first proper ride since being rebuilt!! It was a real show stealer, just so well finished, but ready to use.