The 4th Rampant Lion Rally or is it the first of a new breed on Lion. A new site, a new club, another party.
This is a ‘close to home’ rally for me, but I still managed to get lost in Dunfermline, looks nothin’ like it does on the map. The roads ain’t painted red for a start.
I stopped to ask someone directions, the response was “up this road, turn right by the landfill site and right at the broken bridge” sounds er, promisin’
When I turned into the site and passed through he gates I found myself driving through a huge site populated by large courrugated iron clad sheds and nissen huts, (incidentally originally designed by, and named after, a British mining engineer, Lieutenant-Colonel Peter Nissen, there’s today’s pub quiz answer.),
now who would have thought that these simple huts would have inspired the entire japanese car industry.
The site turns out to be an old MOD base, probably the secret testing facility for fife-borne germ warfare or nuclear enema testing.
My immediate impression of the site was that I was waiting for Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart to appear out of one of the big sheds being chased by daleks or cybermen, the place had that sort of feel to it, and if you get that then yer a) as old as me and b) just ‘as no right in the hied’, excuse the complex medical terminology.
Now, bereft of alien invaders, it has a new lease of life as half business park and half Scottish Vintage Bus Museum.
Unfortunately the vintage buses were all tucked up in their sheds under giant 450 tog duvets so it didn’t look like we were gettin’ ‘shotties’.
Having checked the weekend weather forecast on www.weknowfuckallreallyandjustguess.com, the forecast of heavy rain was, well, a load of bollocks, the BRST was out to play so everyone was in fine fettle.
I always find the ritual tent raising process much less stressful when it’s not lashing down. J
ust as well I’d packed my new highly portable camping Hilti Gun and Tungsten tipped tent pegs, not that the ground was stoney or anything.
The main event was being held in a hut at the end of the site, it’s was jumping by the time I got there, about two hundred odd folk wre partying.
well I can’t actually testify that they were all odd, but judging by looks I’d say quite a few.
I missed the first band ‘Sway’, well actually paid no attention whatsoever to them, sorry guy’s, the bar was callin’ and I thought that there was only one band on seeing as there big hap which said ‘Joe’s Band’ hanging at the back of the stage. But I was told they were very good, by a very unreliable source.
The atmosphere on Friday night was into full party mode pretty early, Joe’s band made sure that the dance floor was full, this, ably assisted by free flowing alchohol of course. OK not free, but cheap.
Fife scouts provided a mid session respite and sustainance, serving up a big plate o’ mince & tatties, this appeared to be somewhat of a novelty for some folk visiting from south of the border, and here I thought they were international, I’m sure there are European laws about ploughed fields.
It occurs to me that if ye don’t eat mince & tatties ye’ll be none the wiser to that remark. Oh well, ye don’t know what yer missin’
Ye god’s, a sunny day was Saturday, a wholly unexpected bonus.
A day of rest for me, wander, about, chill out, I took the opportunity to get a photie of the Company of Fools (left) seeing as they were all in attendance,
well nearly, Jimmy hadn’t uite made it into the day at that point.
The museum was running a
bus into Dunfermline for those wanting to spend the afternoon in the local drinking establishments. The fare was a donation, but as I hadn’t brought any diesel with me I couldn’t go.
Instead I headed off to eat with Claire, Charlie and M to eat, well, I use the term ‘eat’ in the sense of suffering the modern day indignity of ‘we’ll overcharge you and you’ll need to get out of yer seat and order yer lunch”, where else but in a ‘Brewers Fart’.
Well, twenty minutes for Claire to get a drink was stretching it a bit. Well, ye pay peanuts…………………………………
The happy bus returned with, surprisingly, most of the folk who left on it.
Spank the plank kicked off Saturday’s proceedings with a lot of blues numbers mixed with some rock covers.
I have been asked though, by the missus, to point out to the band (if they read this 😉 that if they play a song that fills the dance floor, please don’t change the style of the next song so that they empty it. She’s got a point.
They were followed by the excellent ‘Company’ from North Yorkshire mixing Rock Covers, Floyd and even Stevie Wonder.
I’ve noticed that saturday nights at rallies take a little longer to get on the boil so to speak.
Probably coz we’re all getting older, well the average age is 37 according to the superbly balanced and factually correct BBC frontline stinking pile of pooh, er, documentary programme. Aye, I’m gonnae moan about it here too.
In reality I think folk were a bit knackered after such a good party on Friday night. The second wind kicked in at about 11:30pm and it all got nuts again.
Trophy time and the club had a hard time picking some of the trophies, i.e. best trike = only trike, but Steph’s would’ve won anyway.
Half the hall seemed to be consumed by the Cruiser Club’s ‘big night out’ with the Dragonslayers getting runner up club mileage, they been at every Rampant Rally.
The obiquitous Black Widows were in force, I wonder what they’re annual rally mileage is? , probably measured in times round the earth.
If ye had a good time blame this pair amongst others The special trophy went to Raymond, for tenacity in the face of beaurocracy.
It’s getting harder and harder to find sites for rallies, what with all sorts of laws and EC regs on farm subsidies that might affect farmers (Rallies are not motorsport, but then politicians won.t give a crap and they’ll screw the farmers anyway.)
Raymond stuck it out and him, Rab and the rest of the club got to host a great party, Cheers Folks. I did also notice a number of FVMCC giving the Rampants a dig oot.
It’s always a good sign when folk travel long distances repeatedly to a rally. So here’s lookin’ forward to next year.
Words & Pics By Al