This afternoon I took a stroll to our local pub, the Royal Oak. This was the venue for a gathering of scooters, following a charity run from coastal Bognor Regis to our town of Midhurst. The distinctive smell of two-stroke oil and petrol fumes filled the air and the chorus of engines rose and fell as groups of scooters arrived and left, rolling around the car park and cruising the roads. Gatherings of riders swapped jokes and passed spanners and oiled rags, tinkering and fixing the more temperamental machines. Sunshine glinted on chrome, fur-edged Parkers were rolled and stuffed onto seats and paintwork polished.