EVICTED M.C.C.
FIFTEENTH AND FINAL… FLYING BOOT RALLY.
24TH 25TH & 26TH OCTOBER. 1997.
I was saddened to hear that this
was to be the last Flying Boot. I have done a few Flying
Boots and have always enjoyed them.
This year’s rally returned to the popular Three
Pigeons Inn at Graigfechan, near Ruthin in North Wales. For
us Black Country types this involved a trip over the Horseshoe
Pass, not the world’s steepest pass but very picturesque
anyway. The Trike pulled the mobile dog kennel up the pass
in third with plenty of torque to spare. Volkswagen engines
only rev to 4500 and develop their maximum torque at 2300.
Having arrived at the pub I set up camp and headed for the
bar. This appeared to be a popular pastime with plenty of
people sitting and drinking lots of fizzy brown water, which at
thirty bob (£1-50 to you young whippersnappers) a pint
seemed more than reasonable. The bar shut at 11 o clock so
we headed outside. The temperature had dropped to about
minus three, which is mere tee shirt weather for us mountain
men. Us non mountain men complained that it was bloody cold
and we were off to bed. Apparently the temperature went as
low as minus nine at last years rally so this year was warm in
comparison.
We awoke Saturday morning to a field that looked more like
a Christmas card illustration with thick, heavy frost covering
everything. Today was also the 13th birthday of Alan,
one of our members kids. I had popped round their house on
the previous Thursday in order to sneak a monster birthday cake
away in my combo. This cake was due to make an appearance
in the pub later on, if I didn’t get hungry in the meantime.
A few bikes didn’t like the cold and that ever popular
rally game "Start You Bastard" was being played.
Us brave souls ventured out to Bala where the twice yearly market
was being held in the High Street. A few bargains were had,
such as bungee "spiders" for a quid and waterproofs for
a fiver. On returning to the site what little space was
left had gone, the field was just about as full as you could
get. We parked up by the pub and walked down to the tents
and set about the serious task of feeding our faces.
The infamous club barbecue was soon blazing away and bits of dead
animal were being cremated in a way that would put burnt
offerings to shame.
Having fed we retired to the pub, taking with us the
aforesaid cake. The cake was dismembered and passed around
the room. Much beer and banter followed along with a
chappie on the guitar who seemed to please most folks. Our
club (Moonshiners M.C.C.) managed to win club aggregate mileage
with fourteen members travelling roughly 85 miles each. I
managed to win Grot Trike! Bloody typical. I only
painted it three years ago. Do you think rust is
cheap? Trikes have feelings you know. A few people
who had attended all fifteen rallys were awarded a plaque
displaying all fifteen Flying Boot rally badges. Very nice
too, I would be proud to own such a thing. Well done
Evicted M.C.C. I’m sure they will be treasured.
Half a dozen of our lot stayed over at the rally site for
Sunday night before we ventured to the seaside for the rest of
the week. I think a rally is the best way to start your
holiday. Thanks again to the Evicted M.C.C. I just wish it
wasn’t the last one.
Anyroad, that’s enough from so until the next time:-
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf.