Salford Centurions M.C.C.
Augustus Rally.
29, 30, 31 October.
1999.
Seeing
as I was already on holiday, I decided to head for the rally site
on Thursday afternoon. The weather was exceptionally kind,
and the 65 mile trip up the "Shady Oak" went
well. The trike is now back together following the
unplanned demise of its crankshaft a few weeks back.
The first thing I spotted on
the site was a bloody great JCB type creature. It seems the
canal bank had decided to fall into the canal. Not a good
idea when you consider the pub may have followed its
example. They had only just finished the repair work and
cleaned the car park the previous day. The pub now sports a
brand new front lawn, laid only hours before the rally was due to
take place.
I spent the rest of Thursday
night 'settling in', as they say.
Friday morning,
and my breakfast was disturbed { only joking Rev. } by the
'Reverend' Eric, who had turned up to 'sort the booking in
caravan out'.
Following a quick cup of coffee
in the pub, I headed for the sea side. The somewhat scenic
route to the sea side. I love riding the trike in the
Autumn, not too hot, not exactly freezing and some wonderful
colourful Welsh scenery. I covered the best part of 200
miles on my 'mindless meanderings', and turned up back at the
Shady Oak in time to meet the rest of the Moonshiners.
In no time at all "Chateau
Shiners" was set up.
The 'house special' at Chateau
'Shiners is sausages. No ordinary sausages, but genuine
German "Weasel Free" sausages. Perhaps this needs
some explanation.
A few weeks ago, we were camped
on this very site, when one of our intrepid members,
Gordon, noticed a small hole had been carefully nibbled in
the side of his tent and his supply of sausages were gone !
The smoked bacon hadn't been touched.
"Weasels" we said, "Sneaky weasels,
probably French"
Not to be sausage less again, Gordon has now
invested in a weasel proof box.
The evening moved ever closer, and
the 'Shiners moved ever closer towards the pub. It seemed,
for some strange reason, that the theme of the night was 'silly
hats', or in our case "Silly twats".
I decided to 'borrow' a rather spectacular piece
of headgear.
By some quirk of fate, it also
happened to be the pub landlords birthday. What better
surprise than a scantily clad 'kissogram'?
I couldn't help feeling that I
somehow 'knew' this luscious lady from somewhere. There was
a certain 'familiarity' about her. Take a look below, do
you recognize her ?
I only wish the 'Rev. Eric' had
been there, I'm sure he'd have know who she was.
Unfortunately, I had to leave
Saturday morning, so I will probably never get to find out who
the 'tasteful tart' was. Pity really.
This was the first
"Augustus" rally that I had been to. I must say
the atmosphere and attitude were all splendid. I do have a
'soft spot' for traditional type rallies, and this one was
ideal. Thanks to the Rev. Eric and all the other lads and
lasses from the Salford Centurions........I look forward to the
next one.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf.