Saints and Sinners 2006

Words: Big Bri
Pics: Big Bri

Packed the bike Thursday night, as I would be leaving from work on the Friday. Left work about 16:00 and set off for Luthermuir and the “11th Time Aroond” 2006

Now never having been before and being on my own thinking I knew where I was going should have rang warning bells but no, with the bike pointing south and the brain in the “groove” I was quite happy hammering doon the road, it was only when I met some groups of bikes heading up the road that I realised I had gone to far. A quick Ue and back up the road spotted the RALLY sign and arrived at the site safe and sound.

Had a look round for a pitch big enough for three tents as Walter and crew were coming down later. Got the tent up cracked the Jack open and my weekend had begun. Phoned Ron and Carol to see if they had arrived, no answer so assumed they were on their way.
Had a wander through the site and spent some time with “The Rev” (Chris) he was down with his stall (Sniff-Incense.co.uk) back to the tent to wait for Walter, Sarah and Ching and with the Jack running dangerously low they arrived in a blaze of revs and spitting fire from the exhaust (just in case I didn’t see him in the dark) After they got the tents up we headed down to the hall and bar. This is were it, as usual, goes tits up, Jack was in steady flow and after the first couple of rounds we didn’t have to ask again every time we got to the bar there they were four Jacks waiting for us (cheers girls) needless to say the three memory cells that I do have seem to get pished before the rest of my body, I do remember Walter sent a Jack n Coke flying across the table, with my F3 training I managed to save most of it (see photo) BT was drinking a potent liquid from a pink jug (port n a girders wicked I think) Kenny sleeping on the steps (see photo) and apart from having a great night gibbering shite to any one that stood still long enough. Friday is a bit of a blur but this is becoming the usual for a rally weekend.

Saturday
Woke to the sound of larks singing in the sky, bees buzzing in the flowers and the smell of coffee waiting for me when I got up.

Naw it was the SHIT SHIFTER cleaning oot the poop potty’s what a way to start yer day, note for next year “don’t pitch so close to the potty”.

Mandy was working on Friday night so I was gonna head home to pick her up in the afternoon, so mucho coffee and food was required before even trying to sit on the bike. Down to the van for? Canna even remember what I had, but Womble was in front of me so there is a good chance I said same again????

Back at the tent and there was some life, not a lot, but emerging from the half open zipped door was a rather bedraggled Walter, now if he had hair it would have been sticking up a ower the shop, Sarah was looking her usual lovely self and Ching looked like he’d had a full eight hours, mind you we did help with his nips when he fell behind ;-)

Another coffee and I was ready to hit the dusty trail to Hoorie. The Battle re-enactment had just started as I set off back home.

Mandy was almost ready so had a coffee before heading back. Got back doon the road dumped the bike and headed for the bar, met up with Ron, Carol and Jane (F3) they had come down in the morning at some point and were ready to join the party. We had something to eat and joined the rest of the motley crew in the hall.
Dave kicked off the evening with the raffle and trophy winners before the first band, now S&S supplied us with an A4 sheet detailing the events, times and band names but I lost the bleeding thing so the only band I knew was the second band “Easily Led”
Ron, Carol and Jane had been at a rally in France so halfway through the evening Ron donned the kilt and a rather fetching beret, the only French Ron knew was wee wee as he headed to the wee wee room.

We had a helluva time with the group at our table, you know who you are! (Thought that would be a safe option as I’m a bugger we names) and had a good laugh catching up with those faces you only ever bump into at rallies.
Mandy and BT finished the night off with their rendition of the hokey cokey. The females accosted wee John as they tried to make a coke tin tower on his head, before he made his version.

Thanks to all involved in organising what became a cracking weekend
(and to Womble for taking the tent up the road)

Will be back in 2007