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After a 'quality' kip of
two and a half hours it was saturday, bejeezuz, wot, already ?, must be,
it's raining FFS.
Off to the big cafe for a bigger breakfast with a big squad of hungry, hungover
bikers running the kitchen ladies ragged, most of them having had as little
kip as we had.
The weather drove the silly games inside, the tattie in yer stocking (is
that a bunion or are ye just pleased tae see me) , 2p in yer shuchs into
a pot and pass the cucumber until the lady with the particularly strong
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The weather broke momentarily, actually it was broken all weekend, leaky
tapwasher methinks, and it was time to coax everyone out of the pub into
the car park for the 'Formula Stinky' wheelie bin drag racing competition.
I'd spent loads of time building them and Sue had gone to a lot of trouble
to get the bits that I was determined, hail, rain or shine, we were gonna
try it.
Helpfully, the Saints & Sinners got up en masse which made everyone
else go, "whissappenin? better go look" and a fair old crowd assembled
to watch the mayhem. Like all racing, no one wanted to see successful runs,
just crashes and carnage.
We figure that since thay had no steering or brakes that towing them might
be a tad high on the 'oohyafuka' scale of dangerosity, so we opted for the
push drag race.
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Spot the deliberate mistake in team strategy. |
Fighting of the weans it was time for the big weans to play.
Luckily Sue had bribed the bloke at the tip so well with promises of beer
and sexual favours that we had lots of extra wheels, which is just as
well, it was only a couple of runs in and the first buckled and gave way.
The weans complained that the adults were going to break all the wheels
before they got a shot.
Sue did try to get the local traffic boys to enter a team but they didn;t
make it on time, to busy booking Steph for no number plate on his V8 trike's
trailer.
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With a fair bit of puffing and panting as well as dirty tricks and cheating
we got a dozen or so runs before the racers were destroyed, it completely
ceased to be a competition as no one could keep score for laughing,
everyone daft enough to get in one was a winner.
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