Bikers1 - Farmyard Party 2003

I didn't get a chance to look at who built this 'un but top marks, I think this 'un won "Best In Show", by this time in the afternoon one has imbibed a few ol' sherrys m'lud, and reading the info sheets was gettin' too hard.

I haven't a clue who and what won everything else, I'm sure someone somewhere will have posted it up.

Saturday evening was the meet up with the "Chaos Crew" at Tig's stall. It was hoachin' wi' folk, and some ungodly sights ;-), the lass from the PILRC leading her man about by the knob on a dog lead was erm, um, different? Or as Ann said, "He's got 'is Albert Pierced"

Managed to get a blether with Shadyfax, Cloud, Esri, Kinky Jezebel (hmmm), Abb, Lesley, MarkGSXR, Alien . 'pologies to those who's names I've forgotten, it was late, ah wiz drunk, what can I say.

The Custom Show, The standard of bikes that get show at the Farmyard never ceases to amaze me, quite a job to pick winners in some cases. Plenty of chops, fighters, rats, trike and classics.

One of me favourites was Vic (Destiny Cycles) bandit? engined beauty, the quality of work and sheer engineering imagination sure wasn't lost on me, unless ye build bikes yersel, which for me sins I do, I don't think ye can truly empathize with the pain, blood,sweat and tears that goes into building a chop, eh Pug ;-)

Another blisteringly gorgeous bike was the wee blue Triumph triple. Stand a shedload of chops together and scan 'em quick, one'll always stand out coz the proportions and lines are just right

I was so busy bletherin' keech I missed most of the bands, I caught the Rhythm Bandits who had stood in as the headliners had to cancel. The crowd was fair enjoying themselves as I tried to squeeze through the folk jiggin tae get some photies, they wound up the crowd with a set of well played covers. 'bout this time of night it was time to wander back to the tent and the fire,

this is the magic of the Farmyard, as ye clear the stalls and all ye can see in the solstice moonlight is miles of tents and bikes with plumes of wood smoke rising in the still air like an indian encampment, taking hours to get back to yer tent, stopping off at fires along the way tae blether with mates, old and new.

Finally returning to our fire, and our twin saltires, a steady stream of folk stopped by, we were entertained by the mystery baritone bloke's voluminous rendition of "Hi Ho.................." followed perfectly timed by various voices around the site. A rather cheery Odge (I'm not english I'm a eorkshirman") stopped by for a blether, then promptly produced a pork sausage from his pocket and enquired "Ah've got a sossidge, anyone got a stick", who could refuse him, so he set about cooking his sausage on the fire, then predictably dropped it in the fire and failed miserably to fish it out with a six inch log. His long suffering son Lee appeared who was on "Watch Dad Duty". He got his marching orders, took two steps and legged it big style. Saw his boy in the morning, he never found him ;-)

So, another Farmyard over for another year, big thanks to Pete, Mags and the crew for their hard toil and organisation, and understanding when Marty lost his wrist band, we'll staple it to his head next year ;-)

Thanks to all those whose company we enjoyed, we had a ball, see yers all next year.

Words and Pics By Al