The day had started early as I took my son to his swimming lesson and the to a soccer match. My wife was spending the weekend at her parents house so when she left I decided to start the bike up and leave for Hengelo.
The sky was very clouded but showers were kept to a minimum.
The description Robert had mailed me earlier was very easy to follow but when I arrived at the spot where the signs would have to be I lost track.
I circled the industrial area a few times and finally saw some bikes parked behind a fence.
There were some Hok14 members making preparations but it turned out the party wasn't supposed to start until 21:00 that evening so I was about 7 hours early! So I called Bral and decided to go to his place after finishing my coffee.
In Meppel, where Bral lives, we gathered some friends which would join us that evening.
Later Bral cooked a very tasty traditional Dutch meal, and after that his friends arrived in their camper so we were ready to go.

I got there an hour earlier than the camper and already quite a few people had turned up. They made a campfire which gave me a chance to get the could out of my body after riding for the whole day.
Inside a tattoo artist was applying some art to people.
After Bral had finally arrived I took the bike out to do some rolling-burnouts because the engine was still warm and I hadn't had too much beers. It wasn't very easy, only managed one burn-out along the full length of the street because the surface was very slippery and bumpy.

The program was jam-packed... starting off with a fella starting to spit fire in between the crowd without warning... the heat was immense!
Then Robert and his band "100% sick" got on stage and performed a few "nirvana-style" numbers.
Next on stage were "The Shavers" which gave a really amazing performance, one of the best live-bands I've ever seen... truly mental! especially the drummer who had a close resemblance to Animal from the Muppet Show.

Bral and his mates kept literally flooding me with beer and after a while I was pretty drunk as a result.
Suddenly I was pushed on stage and presented with a very beautifully crafted trophy, because I somehow got an award for having the best homemade bike on show.(Bral's Note : I payed at least 15 beers to the organizers to get 'em that far but that's what's friends are for right, RIGHT ?!)
They asked me some questions but I was too far gone already so nothing sensible got out of my mouth which I hated myself fore because I wanted to enjoy the moment but just couldn't... too dazed!
I felt very honored to be presented an award by guys who have the same philosophy about building bikes as me, people who really understand what it is to do all the work yourself.
I put the trophy in a safe place and continued to party.

Next up was a stripper to heat up the atmosphere and everything is a bit blurry after that.
All I remember is struggling my way to the toilet quite a few times, eating delicious sate from the barbecue, having a kind of conversation with the lead singer of "the Shavers" at the bar and Robert starting a mass-burnout with me cheering them on and a girl getting a bit angry with me because she was afraid here boyfriend was going to blow his rear tyre while they still had to travel back on it the following day. Luckily the tyres stayed together because I don't want to mess up any relationships and wasn't in a state do defend myself ;-)

Later I wanted to get me a Whisky to celebrate but got a Bacardi-Cola and that finished me off completely. I barely managed to unpack my sleeping-bag, searched for a place to lay comfortably but ended up laying on the bare concrete floor.

At approx. 7:30 I woke up, presumably from the cold and wasn't able to continue sleep due to my very uncomfortable position.
I got dressed, went outside and took the pictures you see on this page.
Two and a half hours (!) later the rest of the party-people woke up and the sun finally came trough and another hour later Bral finally woke up, who continued to prepare us a nice breakfast with ham and eggs.
The organization was truly impeccable during both days with everything catered for (it even turned out they had a mattress (no, not a maitress) ready for me :-(

An hour we left and I want to conclude this report with the famous word somebody had yelled trough the microphone that previous evening;

FUCK ROBBYNITROZ.NL!
FUCK R-HOUSE! (sorry Jasper, you really don't deserve it ;-)
HOK14 RULEZ!!!!!!
(That's what he said after ?? pints.Bral®)