Black Country MAG.

Super dooper leather patch4th Birthday rally.Like what it says on the other side.  

1st - 3rd June. 2001


    This was the first "proper" rally that Black Country MAG had put on.  The "3rd Birthday rally" last year was more of a camping weekend than a full size rally, and the "Sort of Xmas rally" wasn't exactly going to attract large crowds seeing as it was held in the Winter.
    Despite various setbacks, the rally was all set to run.  Marquee hired - toilets set up - generator up and running - control tent set up and manned - lighting set up - band and disco arranged - now all we need are the people . . . and, as if by magic { well, by motorcycle mainly } people started to appear, myself included.


Something stripey lurks in the grass.    

We had a choice of three fields, a small one near the pub, a larger central one containing the bonfire and the marquee, and another small one containing several pigeon coops.  I opted for the centre field, and fought my way through the undergrowth.  There are time when tiger coloured camouflage can be very useful.

    Friday seems to be the traditional "get pissed" night, and certain people didn't let us down.  Shall we just ask who it was that was found sleeping in the remains of the bonfire, and leave it at that ? 


 The darkness seems to attract all manner of strange creatures.  

It's amazing what comes out at night. Is it a bird ?  Is it a plane ?  No  - and that just about sums it up !



    Friday night rolled on into Saturday morning, folks rolled out of the pub and into the marquee, before promptly rolling out again as the bonfire was lit.  Just as the sun was coming up, I rolled off into bed, which seemed a wise move. 



    To say that I had a lie-in would be a slight understatement - I finally surfaced around tea time.  A fair few more bikes had arrived, and, I'm sad to say, so had a few cars.  What part of "Motorcycle rally" don't these people understand ?  I can accept someone arriving by car if they have a genuine reason, I can even understand MAG allowing people to come by car if it is a 'fund raising' rally but why they are allowed on the field is beyond me { and several others who 'commented' about it }.  There again, the invite did say "4th Birthday Bash" rather than "4th Birthday Rally" - so, as they say, it always pays to read the small print ;-) 



    Saturday night saw the band "Nothing but grief" playing out in the marquee, and most people gave 'em the thumbs up.  By one in the morning, the bar decided to close, and the rain decided to come down, but that didn't stop the fire from being lit.  Mind you, the sight of Steve, armed with a blowtorch is enough to persuade even the most stubborn of fires to light.  This time, I managed to get to bed before the sun came up. 


If you want to get ahead - get a hat.


    Sunday, and time to pack away.  The marquee fell victim to Simon, who had shifted into sledgehammer wielding maniac mode and was promptly bashing tent pegs to within an inch of their lives.  The rest of us hung on to ropes, and generally managed to fold the thing up to a more manageable size.  Several of the kids were whizzing around armed with bin liners and doing "Junior Womble" impressions.  I loaded the lighting kit back in the 'dog kennel' and by half past twelve was ready for the epic nineteen mile journey home.


    For a first rally, this went down well - - very well. A few minor snags, such as the generator wouldn't have coped with both the band and the electrics in the control tent.  Luckily, there was a 240v supply out in the field, which was just in reach of the long extension lead.
The pub coped with the number of people, even if it did get a tad packed at times.
The grass should have been cut, but the farmer and his mowing machine never materialised.
The cars on the field should have been shifted to the pub car park.

As I said, minor snags which didn't spoil the rally to any extent.



    Tony and Helen did a great job of organising this rally, and all of the Black Country MAG members chipped in and did their part, which hasn't gone unnoticed. Thanks for a brilliant weekend - catch you on the next one, all being well.


Cheers.

^..^

Lone Wolf


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