CUNNING STUNTS M.C.C.
NINE LIVES RALLY.
21-22-23 July. 2000
This rally was to be held 'way
out East', around by the Wash. Now I am not a great lover
of the Eastern side of our fair land, a bit flat and featureless
for my liking, but who am I to judge ? Anyway, I set off
for the village of Fleet Hargate, and apart from the nightmare
that calls itself Leicester city centre, the trip was most
enjoyable with the big red ugly bike rolling along nicely.
Having found the A 17, I spotted two of 'our lot' in a lay-by, so
I turned around and joined them. It seems that the rally
site was proving a tad difficult to find.
"No problem" said I, confidently "The
sign for Fleet Hargate is at the next island"
So we duly headed into Fleet Hargate, where,
despite looking, we couldn't find the rally site.
Eventually we spotted a few tents and the like, lo and behold, it
was the rally site. It seems we weren't the only people who
had this problem. Maybe a few signs would have been useful
?
We pulled onto the field and
booked in. I rode over to where a couple of our members
were camped and stopped. It was only by good luck that I
didn't hit the rope that was strung across the field. I had
a * feeling * about this rope that was to be proved correct later
on. I whipped out the tent and before long had a
magnificent erection ( NO - not * that * sort of erection - you
perverts ).
The next stop was the cafe
situated alongside the rally field. Oh dear, chilli and
chips followed by treacle roly-poly and ice cream. No
wonder I'm a fat bastard. Having fed I wandered back to the
tents and stood around rabbiting. By this time it was just
getting dark and a biker came riding onto the field and headed
for the section that was roped off. The inevitable happened
and both bike and rider ended up on the grass. We dashed
over and rescued the rider, before picking the bike back up.
Luckily both bike and rider were undamaged. We also managed
to find a few white carrier bags, which we tied onto the
offending rope. This would at least give folks a good
chance of seeing the rope rather that finding it the 'hard way'.
By this time, I decided to head
for the bar and have a well deserved pint whilst catching up on
the latest gossip with the Principle M.C.C. members. I'm
afraid talking was out of the question. The disco fired up
and promptly made any form of verbal communication redundant.
Now there's loud, and there's LOUD - and this one was LOUD.
I did what the rest of 'our lot' did and headed for the bar on
the other side of the road, which turned out to be a wise move as
the beer was cheaper. Having been thrown out of the
bar because it was closing time, we headed back to the rally site.
The disco was no quieter so I headed outside. As you may of
gathered, I'm not a lover of loud music.
Saturday morning, and the
glorious sunshine of yesterday had been replaced by a dull,
overcast, chilly day. No matter how I tried, I just couldn't
'take to' this rally, so I decided to pack up and head elsewhere.
The rest of the club stayed and had a damn good time, or so they
tell me, but I'm afraid it wasn't the rally for me.
The Moonshiners, as a club,
enjoyed this rally, and will probably be going again next year,
but I think I will be giving it a miss.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf.