I do know for certain however that Saturday happened, much lying about on grass drinking, watching Ping manoo, maneeo, manuev.. bugger it, paddle his chop round the field to the custom show. Just back from Faro the chop was exhibiting some war wounds from a slighly errant suspension mount which had decided that had a difference of opinion with the pice of metal it was welded to and packed it's bags and parted company. I did photograph Hozzy's gorgeous XS650 as a feature bike, the photies which I have just recovered along with these, but that's the next job :-)

At some point in the afternoon Vix achieved a lifetime's ambition to get test Gordon's trike hearse personally. Having a 'live' person in a hearse seemed to attract quite a lot of attention, (can't comment on to what degree of 'live' as I can't remember how bad Vix's hangover was) I'm sure I heard someone from the back of the onlooking rabble shouting "Let me through, I'm a ghoul".

Caption required :-)

Ye'll have someone's eye oot wi that

Somewhere on Saturday afternoon Sparko led me to believe that there might be something worth photogtraphing later and that I should meet him round the back of the bike sheds at 9pm and bring some conkers. Whumff and Demons Eye entertained the drunken throng to be followed after the curiously titled "Arson About" billed on the flyer, then Mischief to round the night off. Behind the bikes sheds at the alloted time I came upon Lucy, who was about to be Arson About, flinging burny things on the end of bits of (hopefully flameproof string), her warm up act, who couldn't actually be trusted with real burny things was a sight to behold, a sight which frankly, left me speechless, or was that nauseous. As me Granny used to say, "The things ye see when ye've no got a gun, pass us the Jack son".

I'm not sure Sparko's warm up act could be described as spectacular, suitable adjectives or perhaps expletives escape me right now. The photie speaks volumes though, sorry do I need to point out which photie I'm talking about ?. Lucy did however put on a firey show and certainly held the audiences attention. Some much welcomed alternative entertainment for a rally. A wee birdie told me that next year it's the "Women's Institute All in Home Made Jam Wrestling Team"

Outside more burny goings on were, well, erm, ..... going on. Sparko had decided that setting fire to things was too much fun, and folk seemed to be quite entertained by it, so it was the turn of a GPz900r to have it's rear rubber lit up. And a bloody fine job it was too, a welcome heat on a chilly night too. Of course it 'was' completely necessary to keep going until the tyre went bang, or Phhuuttt as they generally actually do.

When 'Preparation H' is just not enough

£100 cash prize draw Alana, Saints and Sinners	Best Trike Vix, Courtesy of Gordon and his trike hearse	Best Streetfighter Tom, Saints and Sinners for

Best Rat Daz, Beermonsters He was in the pub, this is Stan	Best Chop and Best Of Show Ping (Borders)	Best Classic Hozzie, Flat Tracker XS650

Furthest Male Stricher, Otterbikers 483 miles	Farthest Travelled Female Scooby, Talisman 247 miles	Club Turnout Saints & Sinners

Cheesiest Rally Grin

There ye have, musings and factually dubious recollections of 12th Ace of Spades rally. Here's to next year's. Any resembelance of characters, places or activities herein depicted, to people, places, small herbivores or activities real, imaginary or otherwise are purely coincedental.

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