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The 38th Thistle Rally, give or take a few years, Peter must've been in nappies when he organised the first one. Well I've probably run out of things to say 'bout this 'un, seeing as it's the staple start to the rally season for me and many other folk. If ye've not been at this rally before, away and check previous write-up's and it'll save me repeating meself, meself :-) |
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Bands this year Friday night ID, Davy, his mate and a laptop making a lot of noise and makin' folk dance. Saturday night Apparition on Saturday followed by Crossfire with a guest appearance by Matt from the FVMCC (see pic left) And disco by Trogg. (both nights) |
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 Go on gie's a look, I was in the Navy, honest |
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The Thistle is traditionally where one catches up with miscreants, rogues and rapscallions not before seen since the previous winter hence, oooh, who swallied a period novel then ! I of course bumped into Seth and Emma, the fomer who was secreting about himself some aviation fuel derived Rum liqour hailing from former Eastern Bloc Country, sold to him by an enterprising baggage handler from a Czech airport. After using it to remove some errant paint from my leathers a good swig from Seth's hip flask set me on the merry road to ruin. But NOT as big a road to ruin as Rum captain Seth 'imself, who didn't appear until very late on Saturday, looking the worse for wear. |
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Bikes, hmm yes there were lots of them, generally observed whilst milling about the signing in marquee to refill with free coffee and grub, cheers folks, especially those working the graveyard shift until the wee hours when the S&S just wouldn't take the hint :-) An unmentioned survivior 'mentally' I think was the new 'not yet shaving' manager of the hotel, whom I'm sure didn't know quite what to expect this weekend, and if there's any justice would have been right royally wound up by the staff about hoards of hairy arsed bikers etc, the retiring manager stayed on to hold his hand, but it would seem he survived, perhaps only to have a heart attack when he saw just how much money he'd pulled in this weekend :-) |
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Some foolhardy souls managed to drag themselves from the comfy warm hotel bar to try the silly games. The scant and confused results crumpled bit of paper indicated the following Quay Vipers won tug of war. Phil Dolan - Trixters MCC won something to dfo with the wellies. Joan Leslie won something else. Think it was female welly chucker |
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Two young fellas travelled 75 miles coming down from Airdrie ???? ah know but a think they were in Peebles twice. No idea about road maps. They In amongst the trophies a special trophy was awarded to Craig Spittal and Gary Craig who 'finally' found their way from Airdrie to the rally site on 50cc bikes, apparently they have no idea about road maps or their use in these situations, found themselves in Peeble twice ! and finally made it after 75 miles of riding, whereinfact the rally site is 28 miles from Airdire, hats off to you lads for sheer tenacity. A short and sweet write up this time, this doesn't reflect how much of a good time I had :-) Thanks to the FVMCC, until next year. Photies and Words (what few there are) by Al |
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| Youngest Rallyist Lauren Armstrong 8 years who rode up on the back of 1200 Bandit from West Cumbria |
Best Trike Vix, Courtesy of Gordon |
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Distance Female Jill Saunders, Timewarp MCC |
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Furthest Travelled Male Barry Carter (Cornwall) |
Best
Custom and Best Bike Joan, Triumph |
Chuck Jackson Memorial for Club Turnout Black Widows RC |
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In His Bed | MIA |
| FVMCC Special Award for Geographically Challenged Tenacity Craig Spittal and Gary Craig |
Oldest Rallyist Ian Hay (Mercury MCC) |
Best Grot Shuff (Kawa 750 ltd) |
