My 8th time at the Edinburgh MAG rally, someone must have made some great sacrifice the the big red shiny thing god. The best weather I’ve ever seen at this rally, I’ve got a red face tae prove it. All the regulars at this rally arrive in a state of shock, wondering why they had bothered with the obligatory tussle with errant bungees trying to get the waterproofs on the bike, coz of course you always leave them till last. and yer finger gets jammed as you try to unhook one from yer rack cursing the person who invernted them, Dr Humphrey Bungee. Shock over, sign in at the tent, get my £3 MAG free beer token, to be welcome by the mad triplets, Crazy Dave, Crazy Boab and Crazy Wullie. All clutching a bottle of Monastic Colonic irragtion fluid.
It was a welcome change to be able to use the field again, dry?, no cow shit?, woohoo. Following the usual tent erecting ritual, or is it debacle, it was, of course off to the bar. Friday night was a pretty laid back affair with about 80 folk on site, being able to sit at yer tent enjoying the last rays of the sun meant that the barn was sparsley populated with jiggers until late on in the evening. This is quite an intimate wee rally, lots of regulars and a great friendly atmosphere, maybe that’s why we keep comin’ back 😉 As usual the grub was up to par, thanks to the now legendary farm cooking. If ye come to this rally ye’ve got to try the lamb curry, just the right thing to fill ye up before partaking in large quantities of JD. The outbuildings with lots of tables and chairs means that you can sit about blethering and meeting up with mates and still listen to the music in the barn, as such I was totally oblivious to “The Joshua Four” but “Chil” were good, top marks from me for playing “Powder finger” and makin’ me hoarse. Saturday, hangover, shit, gotta get ready for the Demo, uuugh, er, ten coffees and four bacon rolls please, er and a huge slab of home made chocolate cake, sorted. Saturday night’s entertainment started with “Shackled” who tramped out some thrash numbers, followed by “Deaf Heights Three” , true to form the MAG tried some different music, which in my opinion was good but the three piece just wasn’t cutting through, a full kit, a bass, box, triangle and washboard and the place would have been jumping. Regulars Makossa followed with some reggae and ska(ish) numbers then Spank the Plank with covers, but by this time I’d buggered off to the bonfire tae get a heat. Another Edinburgh MAG chalked up, throughly enjoyed meself, weather was a bonus, but now I’ve got to go service two bikes, replace a knackered shock and recover for the Farmyard next week Hurried Words and Pics By Al
The demo run met up as usual at Leith Links, an estimated 500-600 bikes turned out, pity they didn’t come to the rally 😉 After some confusion about police presence, the bikes left to head up Leith Walk, of course we all thought that the crowds were out just to see the demo, perhaps thier attention was on the Lieth Gala parade coming the other way down Leith Walk, hope we didn’t steal too much of the thier thunder, oops.
The run took a new route this year, marshalls were not allowed to cover for the police so the entourage was split up on occasion as we had to stop for red lights and suicidal pedestrians. Along Princes Street, Haymarket, Costorphine Road and into Turnhouse, behind the airpot, where everyone lay about in the sun enjoying the delicate fragrance of AvGas. Got a cigarette?
The MAG folk had decided to try a new event, this year, a 40 mile treasure hunt, a couple from Hull won the prize, being the only folk who actually filled out the form correctly.