Packin' Up is always a dragl
And so it was he Farmyard again, that little thing called life gettin' in the way again meant that this was the first rally of the year for me !, dunno how I kept me sanity (well wot's left of it anyway) so long. With the prolonged winter rebuild taking far too bloody long we got loaded up and did the ol' M74 thang, and of course it rained before we got to Gretna as is customary, but ol' piss clouds hid for the rest of the weekend.
This rally is like an old friend now, I've been about six times an' I always make sure I get there, even if yer still boltin' bit's to the bike a 3am the mornin' yer meant to leave for it. Actually it was more Marty who had appeared at my workshop asking if I could do something with his mudguard which was a trailer thingy off one of me old bikes and several other peoples, it had sat quite happily at about 3 feet above sea level but Marty wasn't happy and had tie wrapped it at a crazy altitude somewhere in the clouds, after a bit of 'ead scratchin' mumblin' measurin' and some general consultation with the laws of physics I welded it up with new rails etc blah de blah, and so it was ready to go, just as well coz he was givin' me missus a lift, seein' as I 'ad our lad on the back oh mine.
we arrived at about 5 o'clock on Friday and it was busier than I've seen it before, maybe everybody had Friday off work or as I suspect word is gettin' about that this is a great rally. what makes it good ?, basically no attitude and you can have campfires. N Yorks MAG keep gettin' more organised, better shitters and 2 flatbeds of wood for the fires, good 'un.
Friday night was split between partyin' at the stage, wanderin' by the river meetin' folk we haven't seen for ages and lyin' around the fire gettin' chilled oot. Saturday mornon' was the blat into Helmsley for some breakfast, seems like the folk in the village quite like the spectacle of hundred of strange folk invadin' for the weekend, certainly the shopkeepers and landlords.
The only rant I had the whole weekend was the wankers who start their bikes at 3am, blip the throttle a couple of times (oh that'll warm it up then !) and smack the rev limiter. Now It may just be me but I spend all me time fettlin' with bikes buildin' them, pullin' them tae bits etc, and I can't work out how anyone can treat a bike with such little respect, I just want to hear one go "BANG" then the words (spoken like a 15 year old") "aw, how come that happened then" duh ! get a life.... rant over.
So, if ye were there ye'll know what I'm on about, if not, be there next year.
10 bottle's o' Newky Broon and a bottle o' JD turn any abnormal person into a grinin' eejit.
We was havin' such a good time that we can't recall who the bands were but they managed to please the crowd judgin' by the folk watchin' them.
Pure dead total luxury, toast from an open fire, gallus when yer hangover's givin' ye jip.
As usual Kaz couldn't decide whether to 'ave her kek's up or down.
Saturday was the Custom Show, as usual loads of really well put together bikes, The Whitby '77 ? (swotitsaidonthenumberplates) had three very nice hardtails on show, though the black 'ad no seat so it wouldn't 'ave done much for the ol' dangleberries.
Loads of paint and imagination, and
a large dose of whogivesashit, luvverly
As if by magic the shopkeeper appeared !
