On an unassuming block of neat and tidy homes in a fairly new and conservative sub-developed estate I found myself scratching my head and wondering if I had taken a wrong turn when directing myself to our May HOGS field day. I peered up the street wishing to see a familiar committee members car to turn the corner. And I checked, double checked and triple checked the address on my phone and the number on the letterbox before I finally made my approach to the front door to ring