This
was going to be a strange rally as only that morning we had laid Snobbie
to rest in Dundee. Having travelled up the ninety or so miles to the rally
avoiding the many speed traps that seem to be everywhere we finally arrived
at the rally site in Clatt in Aberdeenshire.
This
was a new site on village hall grounds, they seem to have these in all
the small villages up here lucky sods!, so the grass was fairly tent friendly.
Tents up and its off to the food van to see what's on offer prior to the
main drinking event of the evening. The usual burgers, chips and chilli
chips and cheese? (it's a Scottish thing!) was on offer so I opted for
the chilli.
Food
ate and its off to the bar to see what I can drink the Cafferys looks
the most appealing so four cans will start things off just fine! Back
outside and more familiar faces are arriving from the various clubs, some
folk have even came up from Derbyshire, so that's my long distance award
gone!
More people are heading to the Marquee for the entertainment and seats are at a premium. So Des and I find somewhere to sit and the night and the drinking begin.
Malcy
starts to miss behave first by drilling holes in cans, glasses whatever
people are drinking out of so they get wet whenever they take a drink.
Ho Ho Dam..!
Jokes
and silly wig wearing are the next entertainment withGeordie and Gordon
doing there best to be Blondes and eventually even Des tries to remember
his lost locks, headbanging to Sabbath!
Too
much alcohol consumed, again and I stagger off to bed the band were ok,
I think!
The
morning arrives too soon and I undo the tent to take in the country air
and pass some recycled beer. Then I crawl back into my sleeping bag and
drift back to sleep, some fools were still up drinking from the previous
night!
Finally waking up and it isn't raining, bonus, so I stagger off to get
the furryness out of my mouth, and have a scrub up. Now the pressing need
for bacon butties kicks in and were off to the hall where breakfasts are
being served. Plenty of victims are already eating and trying to remember
what happened last night but I know that it's a waste of time…
Nick
complains that someone was spiking his drinks, Diet Coke, not knowing
that he'd been eating 'Space cake', one of Delia Spliffs recipies that
causes much amusement. Never accept sweeties from strangers or cakes from
Tam! Lesson learned.
The
usual beer run, which features in most of my rally trips, to a local Safeway
saw Des and myself heading off site 17 miles to get Boddingtons, Vodka
and crips n stuff. We took advantage of ALL the facilities (DO Not enter
for 1000 Years!) and a reasonable meal in the café and its back
to the site.
I've
started so I'm finished, the first can is opened and a wander round the
site yields some very interesting bikes. A ZRX 1200 with lots of nice
goodies catches my eye and a Katana with a groovy paint job and fancy
running gear (RGV I think).
Davy and Co from the Saints and Sinners arrive and the crack and beer begin to flow.
All too soon were back in the marquee remembering the stupid things that
have happened and I'm sure I'm not the only one missing Snobbie's usual
input, I'm sure he was there in spirit. Anyway as the night goes on Davy
is trying to be the centre of attention equalled only by Suzie's flirting.
Gordon takes to dancing on tables and Geordie dances the night away.
The
First Band Double Jack are pretty good doing 
Maiden,
Lizzie,Metallica and various other covers along with a few of their own.
Linda and a friend are dancing on their chairs till he falls backwards
over his (very funny legs in the air !) the main band who's name I can't
remember eventually come on and although we are all a little worse for
the wear we're up partying our pants off. Someone rides into the marquee
on their R1 and does a burn out which although looks quite good clears
most of the audience. Another brave soul climbs the centre pole of the
marquee NAKED! and so the list goes on.
The
Saints and Sinners won best club turn out with Davey dedicating the trophy
to Snobbie.
Staggering back to my tent having consumed more cans than I'd bought 12+ and its time for sleep.
Waking
up and already people are up and setting off home, we decide that the
food option is the best plan so we head for the hall.
Packed
up and someone decides that we can take a more 'scenic' read 'twisty'
way back to Dundee. So were off down back lanes and along sweeping roads
at a speed that seems a bit excessive the leading group head off leaving
me with the sensible stragglers at the back. Des soon rings to tell us
his chain has come off and he's stuck on top of a mountain so we come
to the rescue. His waterproofs had dangled into his chain and had eventually
wrapped round and removed it!
Still
10 minutes and were all on our way heading for Dundee. Slowly we dwindle
in numbers till Des, Davey and Myself head for a local greasy spoon café
to refuel on coffee and food.
It's
good to see folks at these small rallies as the crack and friendships
made are why we all go!
Will you venture out to the next one?
I'm at The Farmyard Party at Helmsley next see you there?
Terry
