For Fox Sake rally. Foxes M.C.C.
For Fox Sake rally.
September 8th - 10th
2000.
The thirteenth "For Fox
Sake" rally. Was it really that long ago since I did
the first one ? What a sobering thought - I was still in my
twenties then, albeit very late twenties. Still, time, tide,
and the Foxes M.C.C. wait for no man.
Friday afternoon saw me picking
up one of our members who managed to break an ankle not so long
back. So with "Kim the Limb" on board we set off
for the epic twenty or so mile journey along the A 38. It
looked as though a fair few Moonshiners were heading for this
rally - at least 19 had already pre booked, and a few more were
thinking of coming on the day. A few of us made our annual
pilgrimage to the "Black Horse" for a few pints before
returning to the site - just in time for the silly games.
One of the games was a "Miss
Foxes" pageant - with a slight difference. Modesty
prevents me from naming the winner, but I think the crowd made
the correct choice.
Having got that embarrassing bit out of the way, the
evening continued with much drinking and merrymaking......just as
it should.
Needless to say, there were
more Moonshiners than you could shake a stick at, which is
probably the best thing to do when confronted by 'Shiners.
See how many * you * recognize.
Saturday - and the Sun God
blessed us all once more. The Hangover God blessed some of
us, but let's not go down that path.
The plan was to get fed, then
head into Burton for a nose around, so, without further ado - we
headed off with full stomachs. The one place we always seem
to end up in is Springfields army surplus store. This year
was no exception, and a few of came away with various strange
looking items of clothing. Gore-tex waterproofs for less
than £ 30 - got to be worth it.
I've been told not to mention
camouflage trousers, so I won't. Following our little
shopping expedition we headed into the nearest pub, as you do,
where I noticed that the slight headache I had earlier had now
turned into one of those nasty, horrible headaches that make you
want to cut your head off. Not wishing to lose my head, I
went back to the site for a few hours lying down - that seems to
be the only way to shift 'em. I recovered in time for some
of the silly games - and well silly they were too, which is usual
for the Foxes M.C.C. One particular thing that just had to
be tried { not by me matey - do I look * that * silly ? } was
being towed around the field behind a bike.
Not good for the haemorrhoids. 
Saturday night, and the
entertainment was provided by "Rebellious Jukebox".
I remember this band from last year, they played a mixture of
rock and punk stuff. The sad bit is, I remember the
original versions of the punk stuff - oh, don't it make you feel
old ?
Surprise, surprise - the club
turnout went to the Moonshiners M.C.C. - with around 24 of us
infesting the marquee. Zeb managed to win grot bike with
his Honda outfit, and a rather smart Matchless won best bike.
Best bike & Club
turnout 
The Foxes food tent did a grand job of keeping us all well fed, with excellent curry and chilli on sale. Good job the toilets were close by, curries are always a * dangerous * thing to have at rallies.
Sunday - and yet another "For
Fox Sake" comes to an end. This rally is, and always
has been, consistently good. The Foxes usually come up with
original silly games, the site is flat and certainly large enough,
the food and beer are reasonably priced and there's always a good
atmosphere, and having said that, what more could you wish for on
a rally ?
Here's hoping the next thirteen
years are as good.
Thanks to the lads and lasses of the
Foxes M.C.C.
for yet another excellent rally.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf.
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