I
really don't know what it is about our club, but something usually
delays our departure for 
a rally... this time, me an' Chris are
waiting for Big Daddy (Barney) Bri, when I gets bored and tries
to phone him... just as he phoned me! Conversation went kinda like
this:
"'ave
been knocked aff the bike!", "Where are ye?", "Mounthooly roundabout.",
"We'll be doon.", "Na, na its alright...", "WE'LL BE DOON!".
Bri
was on his feet, and the damage to the bike mostly superfiscial,
except for the side plate of his givi wingrack. The cast has cracked
so that might have tae be new bits.
The
drivers face was a picture when we arrived... especially when Chris
took off his lid, walked up tae Brian and sayz "You alreet?" (Sorry
cannie type geordie). Chris bless his cotton socks is a big lad,
and to the general citizens he's prolly quite intimidating, me
I thought the drivers reaction was priceless, mainly because it
wisnae the drivers fault! It wiz his passenger that opened the
door and wiped oot Bri on the way past! Ah Well, like I said, ther's
usually something that fucks us up on the way tae a rally!
Friday
tea time, all but 3 of F3 decend upon the seaside village of sandhaven
in roar of highly 
tuned motors with the sun glinting off of highly
polished chrome and the smell of adrenalin thick in the air....
or all but 3 of F3 ride slowly into Sandhaven, park up bikes, stand
in the rain, eventually put up tents, and retire to the bar where
the overhead flourecent light glistened off of me, Chris and Davie's
heads, and the smell of wet leather pungent in the air. I know
which sentence is true of the above... can you guess?
A
few beers in the pub settled everybody into the usual Friday mood,
with the biggest problem seeming to be a lack of people! Maybe
the weather putting people off but there only seemed to be about
half the people there on the friday night that there had been last
year.
Don't
know who the band were on Friday night, can't tell you too much
about them, mainly 
coz me an' Mandy found a Masonic
Lodge that let us in tae drink - we procedded to take the piss
outta a certain Glasgow Football Club with fairly strong associations
with the lodge! The barman kept serving anyway!
Way
too many Guinnesses and Rum's for me own good! As is becoming the
norm,
the early hours
of Friday
were spent sitting on the seawall sorting out the world with
the
unenviable help of Mr Black and White to all arguments - SAMBUCA!
As you might expect, I paid a high price for this moral high
ground on Saturday morning.
Good
fortune came along on Saturday morning in that it wasn't a sunny
day (thank f*ck). A wonder to the burger van was about the best
I could manage the whole day... had a few drinks in the afternoon
with our host for the weekend (Reckless
Few M.C.C), then retired until it was time for the evening
entertainment! (I guess I am getting a) old and b) nope... just
old). By the time I made it back to the hall, it was... empty!
It didn't look like anyone wanted to come out to play this weekend,
but luckily by about 9:30, people started to arrive.
The
Band on Saturday night were called er, em, dunno. Their sound was
awful and it was only 
thanks to the intervention of an Aussie dude
who had done a bit of sound engineering that saved the bands bacon...
didn't get your name but thanks from all of us at F3, and I suspect
the whole rally!
The
rally prizes brought a suprise... most of the winners we're still
in the pub beside the camp site! Except for one prize.... Best
Club Turnout - F3 Rally Club.... we call him Fred!
The
raffle that goes along side the prize givings, I usually think
of as a few less beers, but in this case, the club had won 3 raffle
prizes before the big one... a voucher to have a leather suit made
up to the value of £400... and bless his heart, Big Barney Brian
won that too!
The
rest of the evening is a bit blurred, but we were all in fine fettle
the next morning (eh Mandy?) and headed off home after our best
rally as a club yet!
Thanks
to all at Reckless
Few M.C.C. for making us feel welcome and throwing
a great party.
There
are more piccies and words tae come in so please stand by for part
2!
Big Bri's words are here!
