It's a great weekend.
Nothing overly planned or timed, you're not corralled to go look at the latest bikes/gear or listen to some boring bloke do a talk.
Some dodgy looking bloke with a goatee and a Varadero leads everyone round in circles on a ride out if you fancy it.
Or just sit around the campfire and talk pish. (I'm not allowed near fire since that mishap with the brand new table)