Wight Riders M.C.C.
Gurt Gallybagger
May bank holiday. 1999.
This year we had a record number
of Moonshiners book tickets, 39 to be exact. The plan was
to set off early Friday morning, and meet the rest of the club
over on the Isle of Wight. So, by six a.m. there was a
jolly little convoy of four trikes heading off towards the
Cotswolds. The sun was shining, no one broke down, there
were very few idiots on the road, in fact, everything went too
well. No queues or hassle at the ferry terminal, a dead
calm sea, things were looking up.
By dinner time we were all had
our tents set up so we headed off to the Wight Mouse for some
grub. Apart from the prices being somewhat higher than back
home, things were turning out well. By the time we returned
to the site a few more folks had turned up. The minibus was
once again running people up to the 'Mouse, and at £ 1-25, it
was better than risking your licence. So ended Friday
night.
Saturday morning and a thick
sea fog covered the whole field. I fired the trike up and
headed off into Newport to stock up on grub and goodies. By
the time I was a couple of miles away from the site, the sun was
blazing merrily. In fact, the sun was blazing all over the
island, except for the rally site. One of the good things
about the Isle of Wight is the way you can "dodge" the
weather. I generally toured about until it was time to grab
the bus up to the 'Mouse. On returning from the 'Mouse we
headed for the marquee. The beer was not too expensive but
the amount of volume and distortion coming from what we took to
be the band was too much to bear. Several of us took refuge
outside and "behind" the line of fire, so to speak.
Sunday saw me heading off to do
a spot of fishing, and very enjoyable it was too. The rest
of the club sort of split up and spread out, as they do.
I decided to take the trike up
to the 'Mouse. Seeing as I am not that bothered about
drinking, there was no risk of being "done" for drink
driving. It seems I made a wise choice. The one
minibus that was running just wasn't big enough to carry more
than fifteen people at one time. When you have nearly two
hundred bikers all waiting for the same bus you can imagine what
it was like. Some folks waited nearly two hours for a lift
back to the site. Nothing to do with the Wight Mouse, the
bus was being run independently. Maybe they'll lean from
this little episode.
This year, all but four of the
Moonshiners headed for home on Monday. This was a little
odd, as a fair few of us usually stay on the Island for a couple
of extra days. Still, that's the way it was.
I stayed over just for the one
day, which I spent fishing yet again.
Once again the lads and lasses of the Wight Riders and the Honda owners club did us proud. Another Gurt Gallybagger over and done with, roll on the next one.
Tuesday morning saw me loaded
up and heading once more for the ferry and my continuing holiday
following the coast Westwards, but that's another story.
Cheers
^..^
Lone Wolf
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