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The F V M C C story PAGE 2
Saturday dawned fairly early for us (something to do with bowels) and we were both up around half past nine. A wee wander down to the book in tent for a wee blether then up to the truck cafe for a decent breakfast. Time now to drink copious amounts of water, coffee and soft drinks to try and alleviate the ensuing hangover. We hung around blethering for a while then went out to find Billy Whizz spread out along the veranda in front of the party marquee.
Billy havin a kip
Wi' nae pals hanging around we decided to head into Lesmagooo for a wee squint around and buy a new carry oot to see us through the afternoon. The deeds done it was back to the rally site to sit aroond and enjoy the atmosphere. We parked our buns on a coupla chairs outside the gazebooz with the intention of just drinkin beer and chillin. The S&S mob sitting in their own wee encampment thought we looked like a pair of Jimmynaemates and taking pity on us invited us over where they were having a Doric language competioin to try and confuse Christine. Certainly were confusing us. We spent the rest of the afternoon sittin enjoying the banter and drinking beer. Much hilarity was had when a fella with the Louden MCC started practising clutch control on a wee kawa 400. He can drive a 38 ton arctic but trying to do a hill start on this poor wee bike was beyond him. After about 40 attempts he decided to go for a flat take away and turned the bike towards us. Preparing ourselves for an uncontrolled 400 with a mad rider heading towards us had us ducking for cover but to no avail. He couldnt get the bike to move without stalling. ("dinna worry I'll get it right when it starts raining") feck this is gonna get worse coz then the brakes will be useless also. Fortunately because of gross alcohol intake he never quite managed clutch control even with a bona fide MC instructor at his side.
It was aboot this time that wee Gordon treated every body to a glimpse of his naked butt parading around on his Harley. With the cheeks of his arse jigglin in time to the pistons it was not a pretty sight.
At four o'clock (I think) it was time for the silly games and the famous P in the park wheelie bin race. There being only three of us from oor club there and one of us was working the camera it was down to me and Carol to form a team. The plot was simple. One person pushes the other (in the bin) uphill where you swap positions and the other pushes back down. Or lets go if its going too fast. Having beaten our opponents to the top we were in with a shout for the final but Carol hadn't listened too the instructions, so she says (she just got stuck in the bin) and taking too long at the changeover meant our hopes of a prize were dashed. Oh well heres to next year when we'll be a well honed machine and up for the challenge presented by this years winners Nodge an Wee John from the Saints'n'Sinners.
The weannes had a wee shot consisting of two rounds and with there only being two contestants they won a round each making them both winners. It was then that the skies opened for a wee downpour wich lasted just long enough to see us abandoning the silly games and heading for the cafe for a bite to eat then the bar for a few more beers.
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