Principle R.C.
Second Rally.
13th 14th 15th June. 1997.
The invite for this rally
mentioned a fishing pool belonging to the Giler Arms Hotel, the
pub where the rally was being held. Thinking this would be
a good excuse to pack the fishing tackle along with the tankard I
looked forward to an enjoyable weekend. The steroids seemed
to have shifted the dreaded itch, and the dog kennel was packed
up and ready to go by Friday dinner time.
Oh. The best laid plans of Trikes and Men!
The sun was shining. The roads seemed devoid of
idiots and the Trike was running well. Just past
Shrewsbury, on the A5 I spotted a familiar Combo and trailer up
in front. I accelerated and caught up with Gordon, the
infamous "Mountain Man". We pulled in for a cuppa
and a chat with Iona, who used to run and own the "Butty Box
", of rally fame. Whilst sitting outside sipping my
cuppa a car pulls up and Gerry, the old gaffer of the Horse and
Jockey, our rally site pub, stopped to have a word. Having
finished our drinks I pressed the start button only to be met
with a dull click.
"No problem" I thought, "its only the start
solenoid, Ill bridge it with a pound coin"
Wrong. The starter motor itself decided not to play.
We quickly detached the mobile tool shed and bump started the
Trike. The starter motor can be fixed when I get to the
rally site.
The Giler Arms is a wonderful scenic site with a panoramic
view of Snowdonia and a good sized fishing pool in front.
The good old Welsh weather didnt disappoint us and
down came the rain, but not before Id removed and tested
the faulty starter motor. One of the lads from the
Principle R.C. had phoned up someone he knew and an exchange
starter motor was waiting for me at Chester. Only £ 40-00
too. They cost about £ 65-00 where I live.
My dreaded allergy had returned with a vengeance.
Both of my hands had swollen up to such an extent that I could
not wear my gloves. Good job I dont wear gloves in
the pub.
Friday night in the pub went down well with a numbers quiz,
laid on by the Principles. Three Dutch folks had turned up,
saw all the tents and bikes, and decided to stay overnight before
continuing up to the Lake District. Myself, Pete, Gordon
and Sam sat scratching our collective heads over the quiz.
I scratched more than my head due to this damned allergy.
And so to bed.
Roy had kindly offered to run me into Chester to pick up
the starter motor so we set off about 11-00 o-clock.
Its been a long while since Ive been on the back of a
bike but Roy gave me no cause for alarm. Thanks pal.
I owe you. We found Hoole Lane, Chester, and I was soon the
proud owner of a new starter motor. We also popped
into "Everything but Bikes" a shop that sells all
things biker orientated but not bikes. One new pair of
gloves later, we left. The traffic in Chester was
horrendous. Even Birmingham, in the rush hour is not so
congested. I was glad that Roy was able to squeeze the
Wing through the lines of cars, but it still took the best
part of an hour to get clear. Having fitted and tested the
starter motor it was too late for any fishing.
Saturday night went according to form. The raffle, the
awards and the general silliness that makes a good rally
great. It came to pass, as Frankie Howard was heard to say,
that the winners of the quiz were Myself, Gordon, Sam and
Pete. We were all better off by £ 5-00. More
beer!
Sunday morning and the weather was typical Wales. Not
actually raining but threatening to at any minute. Still,
its not too cold though. The Trike started with ease,
courtesy of the new starter motor. We rolled along the A5,
taking in the excellent scenery. I like the A5 in this part
of the world, not too straight and plenty to look at. Yes,
you can still enjoy bends even with a Trike!
All in all, what with the weather, my allergy and that
accursed starter motor, this should have been a crap weekend, but
it wasnt. I really enjoyed myself, so thanks to all
the Principle R.C. members for a cracking weekend.
Anyroad, Im back home now and its all
history. Roll on the next un.
Cheers.
^..^
Lone wolf.