Black Country MAG
"Sort of Xmas rally"
November 9th - 11th. 2001
This isn't going to be much of
a report because, to put it bluntly, it wasn't much of a
rally. As a camping weekend, it would have been fine, but
as a rally, and not a cheap rally at that, it was a failure.
I popped down on the Friday night, just to see
what was going on, before heading back home and picking the trike
up. To say it was cold would be an understatement - minus 3
Centigrade - but at least there was a decent fire to stand
around, which was useful seeing as the atmosphere in the pub was
"cool" to say the least. If the pub owners don't
particularly want bikers in the place then why did they let 'em
hold the rally there ? The impression I got was one of
" we want the custom, but we don't actually want the
customers."
Still, tomorrow's another day.
Saturday, and the weather had
taken a turn for the better. It was positively mild
considering the time of year, so, without further ado, I loaded
the trike up and set off on the 19 mile journey to Alveley.
By early afternoon I arrived and set up camp before heading into
the pub for some dinner. WRONG - the pub decided to close
early. Hmm - I can see there being problems here.
Luckily, there is an excellent
"bikers" cafe just down the road, so I headed off the
and got fed.
Having fed, I returned to the site, where a grand total
of 11 people had booked in. There were even a couple of
traders who had set up their stalls in the hope of making a few
bob out of the weekend. The one guy was selling leather
gear at very reasonable prices - I grabbed a pair of leather
jeans for less than £ 70 - which was the only sale he had made
so far during the weekend.
By now, the disco was being set
up in the "marquee". I use the term marquee
loosely - it was an ex army catering tent, which was fetched at
short notice from up Middlesborough. If nothing else, Black
Country MAG did all they could to try and make a "going
concern" of this rally. A 400 mile plus round trip to
pick a tent up shows dedication, to say the least.
Considering the effort that went in to obtaining the tent, it
seems a pity that the disco was playing to an invisible audience.
Once again, the atmosphere in
the pub was 'unpleasant', so I wandered back outside to where the
band was now playing. The band attracted a few more bodies
than the disco did, but you could still count 'em on one hand.
By now, I had decided to make
the best of a bad job and headed for bed.
I hope Black Country MAG have
learned a few lessons from this weekend ( myself included, seeing
as I am a member of BCMAG ).
Anyroad - despite my general moaning and
ranting, I had a weekend's camping and trike riding, the weather
wasn't too bad for the time of year and I managed to get a decent
pair of leather jeans.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone Wolf
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