Ah, would you really want to eat in the good ole British services when this is right next door to what loosely resembles an eatery? just think yourself lucky I didn’t pan the camera up!

And what idiots would brave the roads on a bank holiday, with the Ebor festival, Paralympic Torch Relay, Leeds Festival and when it’s catting rain and dogs?

Hello from Mr & Mrs Idiot!

It’s Always BBQ Time in the Foggy Household.

Yet another fantastic weekend of burnt dead animals, sunshine and life. We don’t care if it rains, that’s why B&Q invented Gazebos.

We will be leaving the Gazebo all week and making the most of the warm weather.

Like a scene from Aliens, I’m sat here enjoying a glass of vino at 9,30pm, listening to the sounds of the night when a disembodied hand appears from nowhere, or is it Mrs Fogg being silly.

See this is how Sam Raimi started on the Evil Dead, I could soon be a horror movie director, well with looks like those it’s monster movie makeup or a career on the stage, sweeping it.

I’ll be back and he is.

My monster FatBoy went back to the shop on Thursday night after I gave the dealer a piece of my mind (yes I know there ain’t much to go round, but i am a giving chappie) after the brake reservoir sealant had apparently perished creating a leak, dripping brake fluid all over the rear brake reservoir. The dealer despatched a driver from Preston to come to our humble abode to collect it and repair it, and so they should.

Since the brake fluid had dripped, it had removed the paint off the rear unit as well. The bike had apparently been through a 99 point check before I got it, so that wasn’t one of the points then, I asked. A rather apologetic dealer owner greeted me and Mrs Fogg this morning when we drove to Chesterfield to pick it back up. Here you go sir, your new 99 point check that HAS been carried out for definite this time. Time for some freebies methinks (valet kit, new chrome footplates since the existing ones have peeled and a nice discount off cleaning stuff).

Then it was the 75 mile trek back on country lanes with my very own Safety car as protection.

So yes, The Hog is back, time to get that cherished plate.

Here you go Mrs Fogg’s very first Love Apples, home grown from cuttings from the Caddies.

And how did they taste, mmmm well maybe needed a little bit longer, but they look good and we are sure the birds, hedgehog, squirrels or wabbits will enjoy them. Still if at first you don’t succeed, go to the supermarket!

What you want is the slap head biker on Mr Fogg’s Hog (woohaa).

Took my first trek on a motorway today up to Darlington (so about 75 miles and scarey at times, you feel very vulnerable with the wind hitting from all angles with tricks sat on your jacksy). Glorious sunshine in York and then cloud all the way from Harrogate.

The best bit is always the cars slowing down when they overtake to have good look. I even had one guy stop at lights, wind down his window and shout over “is that the Terminator’s bike” closely followed by a thumbs up from him.

Next challenge then, 75 miles back down the A1, closely followed by beer and BBQ, eh Mrs Foggy?

So a fun packed weekend, Harley FatBoy Saturday and then Audi test driving all day Sunday. Mrs Foggy was invited to Elvington Airfield to test drive the Audi of her choice for about an hour (unaccompanied by salesmen). Meanwhile they did a mini valet on her car (show the car the sponge basically). Mrs Fogg chose the Q7 monster and boy is it sensational (with a starting price of 40k it should be). We also test drove an A6 Sport since the people arranging the day couldn’t work out that there was 2 sets of people with the same surname. We then had a spin on the test track in a Q7 where the driver demonstrated cornering 2.5Tonne of car at 80 mile an hour And hitting 105 in less than a qtr mile stretch. And since it was a Fogg day out there had to be food (and there was) brekky, lunch and afternoon tea all thrown in for a nice free fun packed day. Interestingly on couple brought an Audi back with a dented bonnet, claiming a horse sat on it, mmmm believable.

The only car you couldn’t drive was the R8, however you could sit in it and Mrs Fogg then told me of a scene acted out in an R8 in a book she is currently reading. I want that book and then to borrow the car as well by the sound of it!

And here is Mrs Fogg enjoying the many refreshments of the day.

A Grumpy Ole Git sent back from the future to grumble and moan and say how good the 80s were, part man (only just), part flatulence (lots of), this is the Fogginator. His mission, sod this Sarah Connor woman, has she never heard of Wimins Lib! and he don’t want your clothes and boots, what do you think this is Oxfam, ah but I will have your motorcicle (in a heavy Austrian drawl).

And here it be, Lil Piglet is gone and here is the Fogg’s Hog. Harley Davidson Fat Boy (no not the rider, thank you). 1.6l engine and the noise, oh my. Mind you I won’t be leaping into storm drains to save a snot nosed brat, Hasta La Vista Kiddie.