Well after a week of glorious sunshine i committed myself to riding to Swamp Donkey on my bike. Hmm, well Donna may have broken my arms if i hadn't, seeing as she was so keen. Argh the aggression of an enthusatic female . I then find by break time at work (9am, the joys of workin shifts) its peeing down with rain n Donna wants 2 go in the car if its still raining. A heavenly reprieve or so i thought, but no, by the time she finished work at 5 it was dry n we were going on the bikes. For those of you who don't know me or my bessie mate Donna, she's not a girl you say no 2 easily unless you want bruising. Seeing as she's only had her bike a little over a week and i've had mine over a year, i should be shame faced at my lack of enthusiasm but hey i'm a coward n dont mind admitting it.

So after much bungee twanging, rearranging n swearing in general we are ready to leave. Thankfully my bike is not too loaded, as my fella is waiting with tent erected at the rally site (and hopefully hes not drunk too much to erect anything else ). The ride that i've been dreading was fairly uneventful with the exception of Donna flooding her bike and our having to stop at Grantham (she'll make sure the chokes fully in next time he!he!). Luckily for us, a nice man on a trike ( thank you Mr Flintstone) stopped n rode the rest of the way with us. I still had to lead the way because i was the only 1 with an idea of where we were going.

We arrived to claps n cheers from the Looney Club, who were busy playing cowboys n injuns (or should i say injun, seein as his squaw was still wearing her waterproofs n only wanted coffee then deserted to the cowboys side coz they were winning). Copious amounts of coffee drunk and Donna's tent erected n i'm ready to party and the beer tent is calling. Unfortunately, my injun had already been at the fire water, and Donna's tent was the only thing that was gonna get erected friday nite.

Saturday dawned dull n grey but thankfully hangover free, well, for me anyway. Donna n Eric were not so lucky he!he!he!he! Breakfast was reluctantly consumed by several unwilling stomachs, only to be followed by several people crawling back to bed (Paula & Bobo). The beautiful Beth, with the help of Scatty, packed up her homestead and left for work (oh the joys of having to work for a living... why are the weathy never the people who know how to enjoy themselves?). Several hours later, as stomachs started to rumble again n hangovers subside, it was collectively decided we'd take a bumble into the villiage to find the Co-op and food. Alas, as often happens with bikers, we found the pub 1st n of course had to taste their wares before ambling on to the Co-op and the newsagents for lotto tickets (hey, who knows maybe we could show those wealthy gits how to enjoy themselves). On the walk back, we were serenaded by Rod n Eric to the tune of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang with slightly different lyrics. "Shi**y Shi**y Bo**ocks Bo**ocks" doesn't quite have the same ring to it, and i'll never see Dick Van Dyke in quite the same light again but it had us all in fits of laughter (or was that the second visit to the pub i wonder???). At this point, Donna was laughin so much she had lost the use of her legs, n did a convincing impression of a pole dancer with a lamp post which was loitering close by. This was closely followed by her now world famous impression of a penguin tryin hard not to lose control of its bladder, which involves clenching your arse cheeks, welding your knees together n running as fast as you can while your mates walk away from you in hysterics.

Back on site, (thankfully all with dry knickers), it was time to get ready for the evening's frivolities... cowboys n indians again!!!! Colin donned his chaps n thong, Lou her can-can skirt, Donna her pink cowboy hat and Eric n myself full loin cloths n feathers (overdid it again!!!!!!!!). At this point, i began with the vodka n the rest of the evening becomes a blur. I do remember there was a skiffle band, Kick n Rush, (strange choice for a bike rally) who were very good. Thanx lads for what i remember, and sorry for flashing my bum at you! The rest of the evening is a total blank to me so i can tell you no more.

I awoke sunday morning, or should that be was resurrected (from the way i felt, i'm sure i'd died the night before). The morning passed in the usual sunday morning blur of kisses n hugs and sad goodbyes, until we were left with a field devoid of tents, a couple of Eagles waiting for us to leave n the ride home to do (yuck!!!! never drinking vodka again, it will reduce the danger of drowning in my own vomit in my  helmet ). The ride home was only interrupted when we stopped to say hello to Mr Flintstone again as he'd broken down. Unfortunately, he was unable to get the trike going again, and we waited with him until the breakdown truck arrived. See you again soon mate, hope its fixable!

That's it, my 1st rally on my bike done, and i'm no longer a virgin in any shape, way or form. Thanks to all the good people of Eagles MCC... great rally, see you next year!

HIP!!! HIP!!! HOORAY!!!!!!  i did it im finally a real rallyiist my 1st on my bike write up to follow

pilrc rally got to be the best weekend of partying of the year so far thanx guys!!!!