Every year our biker friend, the Renegades, are having a party. This time we are going to Tilburg, because all the pubs we usually go to in Valkenswaard are closed. It would be another unforgettable evening.
Marianne doesn't feel like partying today and has decided to stay at home. Around 17:00 I pick up Fred and together we go to Tilburg by car.
We are bikers alright; but we are the kind that think about the environment for a bit and certainly their wallets. Besides, judged on previous
parties, it would be wise not to have to balance on two wheels while going home 'the morning after'.
Around 18:00 we arrive at Arjan, who arranged everything this year. We roll out our sleepingmats, make our beds and drink a beer.
While slowly the other Renegades are arriving. Approcimately 7 p.m.,...