Sunday morning in a field in Aberdeenshire a picture of ‘hungoverness’ crawls out of a tent and proffers a piece of paper at me, 1st Barking Bike Show ? it reads, Never heard of it, duh, that’ll be coz there’s no been one before ya dunt !, well it was early Sunday morning ferchrissakes 🙂 A few weeks later the phone call comes in askin’ me to be one of the judges. So with some meteorological trepidation we head off for Dundee
The idea for this show came from Charlie and Billy who soon hauled in anyone who was willing and able and/or sober to contribute. In less than 3 months the plan went from what seemed a good idea, to an all day event, which in the end raised £1,000 for the special care baby unit and childrens wards at our local hospital (Ninewells) which is no mean feat for a first show I may add. The club scrounged and wheedled prizes from anyone and everyone, local councillors and bike suppliers amongst others. A web page was set up and they started emailing and advertising before they could even finalise acts! I like optimists. They pushed forward in a positive mood – they didn’t dare do otherwise!! . Just shut their eyes and went for it.
They even spoke to the local constabulary just fudging a little on our expectations of numbers!! Which may have been just as well as 60+ bikes turned out on the day. The day arrived with lovely grey clouds and a cold wind. Undaunted and fraught with the nervous energy of ‘kinellizoanybodygonnaecome’ the club set the tent and the barbies too, courtesy of Stevie,G and an oil drum were up and running. They gave off a fair old heat at least – if you could breathe through the smoke for the first half hour!! Fire extinguisher at hand just in case. Maureen (Charlie’s mum) and G were up and running with burgers of various description, kebabs, steak baguettes and other hot stuff flying out so fast that they ran out just 15 mins before finishing time. Tasty they were too, the burgers that is. In the meantime bikes arrived, booked in and some were even polished up on site
A lesson from the club, blokes take note here – when you want to make a comment to a woman about the bike she’s with belonging to her bloke- SHUT UP- instead ask first who’s bike it is and you might well still have your head left on your shoulders. Especially if it’s Joan and her Triumph Lots of ladies out there are giving the blokes a run for your money with their bikes. The one in question here won best in show! Initially there were going to be three judges, one didn’t turn out and the other was Rab from the S&S who, to his credit, in the name of fairness, left me to judge and provided background info on the bikes whilst not letting on if they were S&S bikes, which the majority of them were.
Charlie’s Mum beats the errant burgers into submission
As to be expected Saints and Sinners won most of the trophies except for one in particular which was furthest travelled. One poor bloke had ridden up from Manchester expecting to win. Hair ‘o’ the Dog members had a good laugh at that one courtesy of ‘Treebeard’ who hails from Southend on Sea – 506 miles!(Honorary Hair ‘o’ the Dog member) The music sound varied from a ceildh band, which really need folk to be MUCH more full of the drink to appreciate them fully, to thrash and rock cover bands with DJ’s Col, Doug and Stef also doing sets. PA came courtesy of Mitch who slaved the day away. An excellent time was had by all, many laughs along the way and while members said never again early on Sunday morning by the end of the same day, filled with more than a few beers, the talk made its way around to “what will we do for next year!!”
The club hopes to see you all next year and thanks to all who were involved
Words – Al & Graham, Pics Al & Big Thanks To Chris for hangin’ on to get the trophy pics, cheers mate.
Seeing as I was offishully on holiday, I was havin’ a weekend off, so Sub-Ed Scooby stepped up to the breach to point the camera and try to remember what the hell went on….Al
Arriving in a very wet and rainy Scotland and the site was beginning to fill up fast. It was luverly to see so many friends at this one, and hugs
were in abundance!
Remember girlies, never trust a cowboy in gold hat….
It’s been a few years since I was last at this rally and it seems to have spread over more barns and out buildings than wot I remember. Which was great, cos MAG put on a blues area wiv funky candles and chilled oot atmosphere in one barn and rock muzic wiv room to jump aroond like loonies in another – I’ll leave it to your imagination where I spent most of my time!
So as more folk arrived the evening began to heat up and the full blown nonsense
so it continued:
sure if the Jiggy got me or it wiz the Turbo Vimto, but I really cannot
write words at this point. All I can say is thanks to whoever had ma camera,
here’s some foties:aa
so wot went on there then?!?! Well yeah the usual nonsense like I said.
And yup yiv guess it I’ve no idea who won wot trophies… well I can’t
be organised all the time, but I did find these foties:
I have to say the trophies at rallys these days just get better every time.
were other trophies, but folk were either in their kip or another barn
somewhere… oh and there wiz the youngest rally goer… who was a very
cute wee lass who was like grease lightening and managed to dart up to
the stage, grab her trophy and run away before I cud even press the ‘take
fotie button’ !!!
that cowboy just kept appearing…..aa
And Seth very kindly checked to make sure the Scooby Switch was definately
stuck on! He tried to turn it off but was forced to dance into the wee
small hours, even when the barn was empty and it was only us and the DJ
left! (Seth you are a total gentleman – thank you!)
The stalls were all really good and there was a big selection of ‘stuff’ to buy – I know cos ma beer fund suffered… good job Capt Morgans was already packed!
Met up wiv the luverly folk from Blackhawk Hearse too, had a good natter and a few beers.
Unfortunately my photography does not do the amazing trike and coach any justice, but visit their website for further information.
It is a thought… but one day I guess we’ll all need to go, so why not “go out in style” as Gordon would say. I know I certainly want to. I got some ‘arty’ shots of the band on Saturday nite, not quite up to the
Bikers1 quality that we all know and love, but I thought not half bad for a Scoobied Scoobs who’d been force fed Jiggy and Turbo Vimto !
A bit of a mixed up report, but a true reflection of my memory of it all! The fire was lit and the songs began, everyone huddled up and no-one with a care. Just glad of good company and great friends and all knowing that
each and every one of us will have a huge hangover in the morning…
Until the next time, hugs fae Scooby x
Thanks Scoobs, ah didn’t need tae remember a thing, just as well with all that turbo vimto about…Al