Getting seperated from the main pack on North Wales 4 rideout , Hovis was the one that came looking for me and the others and between us all we regrouped in record time , he was like a Shining light of Yellow Goodness in a moment that had turned wrong . He had an inkling of where we were and came after us , I was sat in Betwys-Y-Coed , thinking all was lost , I had a pillion as well . We found Genesismike and sat there wondering what the hell was going on . I heard a pipe being blipped further down Betwys and knew it had to be an ORGer , then the Yellow vision of Hovis appeared .
The memory of him teasing that Bat eared Dog on NW4 as well , I was sure he was gonna get a nip then .
Doing what he did best and that was keeping many people entertained .
The Barmouth or Bust rideout as well , giving me a cheeky blart from his Hindle pipe and a Wheelie as he went past me whilst I taped the arrival from the roadside at the Ponderosa .
A good friend of mine once said "you know the measure of a man by the hole that they leave behind" , Hovis , you left a ruddy great hole wherever you went feller .