For me, much of the enjoyment of going to a rally is the journey to get there, so I really enjoyed the ten minutes it took to get to the Rampant Lion Rally. Nestled in an ex-mod bunker this rally is run by folk just for the love of it. I do lots of rallies and this one is amongst the top rallies that are run for the sheer joy and masochism of hosting a good party. As Raymond commented on Friday night ‘Urg, Am no doin’ this again’, ok Raymond, at least not until next year then. The Rampant Lion Rally Club is effectively a group of mates who have other mate chip in and give them a dig out to run the rally.
This is the ‘Umpteenth’ (well researched figure dontchya know) Rampant Rally, it attracts folk from far and wide. Following what is now a tradition, Caley Cruiser Club had 249 tickets leaving one to be shared amongst the other couple of hundred rallyists 🙂 . An accurate count of the CCC support amount to er, alot.
With the organisers always on the lookout for ways to make a rally better, with an eye on the ‘Yagottasmokeootside’ law, a couple of halfed oil drums fuelled by Steph’s offcuts, I hope he didn’t need that wooden leg, provided heat and gathering places for smokers and non-smokers alike. Don’t worry, I’ll get bored of mentioning the smoking ban soon. There was a band on Friday night, I definitely recall that there was a band playing, well folk were dancing to something, for the life of me I can’t recall who (hic), brave attempts by the local S.C.T.P.O.P.W.N.O.R.C (Soggy Crumpled Tiny Piece Of Paper With Notes On Rescue Team) didn’t bear fruit, so that information is lost in time and space. Update, Friday night, ‘Harlot’ followed by ‘Perfect Remedy’, Saturday night ‘Bluessential and ‘Joe’s Band’
Blessed by sunshine, Saturday consisted of er, me buggering off home for me breakfast, returning mid afternoon to the sunbathers and folk returning from afternoon in the pub in Dunfermline courtesy of a vintage bus provided by the bus museum. There were a few burnt pus’s* about late on Saturday. * Scots vernacular meaning ‘Coupon’ ** ** West of Scotland Vernacular meaning ‘face’
A slightly disappointed ‘Leyland Eagles’ who had made the long trip after being told that they’re club was named after a bus, only to discover it was a ‘Leyland Tiger’, they in fact had named themselves after the wrong species entirely.
Saturday night a (Non Specific) Blues Band and ‘Joe’s Band provided the music to a packed dance floor. The trophies included some unusual categories “Tale of Woe” to Davie from the Leyland Eagles who despite filling his goldwing with Diesel managed with the help of his mates to drain the tank and fuel system and with syphon fuel from the other wings and made it to the rally. “Sharp Shooter” Pete, who was at the rally site before the club, had I not seen him at another rally recently we might have suspected that he’d just camped at site since last year’s rally.
Having done this rally so many times now I kinda run out of things to say about it (see previous reports), other than how good a time I had, folk make the party, but the host’s efforts make it a success. I’ll let the photies speak for themselves 🙂 Words (few) and Pics by Al
Best BikeR1/Fazer Hybrid……..Sy02 ###
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