Big Andys Scootering Site

My scooter was packed up with my requirements for the one night as Dawn would be following up to Lincoln on Saturday afternoon, so off i went to drive the 50 miles to Torksey Leisure park. My plan was to go on the A52 to Bingham, then the A46 to Newark and finally the A1133 to Torksey. Everything was going fine for about.........3 miles, then i thought i detected a wobble on the rear wheel so slowed down a touch, then there was a big wobble, so i pulled over quickly to check my rear wheel only to be greeted by the sight of a flat tyre, damm, still on the positive side, it was only flat at the bottom, but i decided to change the wheel anyway. Now for those of you that dont know, to change a wheel when you've got a scorpion exhaust on, you have to unbolt the exhaust and drop it down first. So there i was under my scooter with my ratchet having changed the wheel and was now tightening up my exhaust when a big van with flashing yellow lights pulled up to see if he could help or give me a lift to M.S.C. Typical, i don't get help untill i've finished, still it was decent of him to stop. So after a quick call at MSC to get a new inner tube i was off again having lost about 45 minutes.

I finally arrived at Torksey about 6:30 and was greeted at the entrance by Nigel and Baz from Lincoln Scooter club with a load of other club members all fighting each other to take the money of arriving scooterists. Now as all my usual camping buddies from the ii weren't doing this rally i had a ride around the site to see who was here, finally setting down my gear with Ferdy & Tracey and Dave & Kerry and a couple of other V.F.M.* peeps. So i set about sorting out my erection but was constantly being disturbed by familiar faces arriving and having to go over to say hello, for instance when savage arrived with the Ital Scooters lot, but at least i got a beer out of them so it was worth it.

I had almost finished my erection when i very nearly dropped my beer in total surprise when Andy Bayes came over to say hello. This was the same bloke that went to live in Bermuda several months ago so it was terrific to see him again.

So, tent up, lucazade specials in pocket, it was time to go off to the club for the nights entertainment with the Gangsters playing for our enjoyment. Their efforts were well recieved as the dance floor was busy with people strutting their stuff to the ska tunes the band were churning out including a very strange ska version of a Tom Jones hit of which i forget the name of. Also inside the club were Rudy & Chell from the Wreckless Souls with their baby daughter who seemed to have a thing about sticking her fingers up my nose all night.

Before long we had reached the end of the night and had been thrown out of the club to wander back to our tents, so after sitting outside with several peeps and having a natter and talking drunken rubbish, i retired to my bed to get my beauty sleep.

I awoke next morning about 9 am with the sun beaming and the temperature already must have been in the low 20's, so needing to do what a man needs to do in the morning i wandered off to the snack hut to get my start up kit, namely a cup of tea and a couple of bacon butties. I then had a wander around the trade stalls, saying hello to all the familiar faces that were setting up their stalls, then i wandered back to the camp site only to be greeted by the welcoming sight of Dean aka MrBean and his mate Gary riding towards me. So i was to have some ii company after all. After saying our hellos i noticed that strangetown s.c. had arrived as well so i went over to say hello to Dave, Pete and the lads and was just returning to Dean when i was almost run over by Gaz and Donny from Ripley Harriers s.c.

Anyway erections all up, with the sun getting hotter and hotter we decided the only logical thing to do was to get out of the sun, and where better than in the pub. We whiled away a few hours by drinking, eating, and wandering around the site and looking at the trade stalls and trying to find anywhere where there was a bit of shade, then it was off to the 'river' for the raft races. Myself, Dean and Gary had decided we were going in the river to escape the searing heat but when we got riverside we quickly changed our minds as the 'river' was disgusting, still it didn't stop the VFM* lads from jumping in and larking about with the consequence being one broken raft. The lincoln lads arrived with two more rafts and after a few races the VFM* duo of Steve and Simon were named as the winners. The football was next up but because of the searing sun there wasnt much interest so, having lost Dean and Gary, i decided to try and get out of the sun and get a bit of a kip back in my tent. On the way back i was accosted by a big grinning Leicester scumbag in the shape of Dunny with his 2 sons in tow. Dunny was to spent most of the night reminding me how well the not so super rams had done earlier in the day, abetted quite abley by Dean. Needless to say my tent was like a sauna so i kipped down in the entrance and had only been asleep for about 30 mins when Dawn arrived with Sophie and Deans mum, Joy, also arriving with her.

After having a shower ready for the night time activities (if you can call it a shower.. the water only dripped out ) i was surprised to see Ann, with kids in tow, at the tents. Apparently she had decided to surprise Dean but had had to ring him for directions blowing the surprise.

After what seemed like weeks waiting for Ann to make her self presentable we made our way to the club and managed to get a table with Rudy & Chell at the back of the room although Ann had her bag searched on the way in and had managed to convince them that my lucazade specials actually were lucazade.. how, is still a mystery. Tonights band was 'I Can't Believe Its Not Punk' with special guest King Kurt flying in speaially to do a few numbers, only someone must of forgot to tell King Kurt as he didnt turn up. I sent Dawn off to get pictures and as soon as i heard the opening tunes to 'Swords of a Thousand Men' i joined the others on the dance floor for a bit of wrecking. All that wrecking must have tired Dean out cos he was later to be spotted on the floor at the back of the room totally wrecked himself. Not like him at all.

The night was over far too soon so we went back to our tent to turn in for the night. Dawn had to step over Dean & Ann as they had left their torch on and poor old dean had just gone to sleep where he had fallen, with his legs sticking out of his tent.

The next morning carried on from the previous day with the sun burning down on us as we packed away our gear. Dean and Gary had decided to ride back with me as far as Nottingham where we would go in our own directions. So we said our goodbyes and set off for home and thankfully had no problems on the way.

So big thanks to everyone who made it a good weekend especially the Lincoln lads & lasses as, after last week, it was nice to be able to enjoy someone elses efforts.

So next its the big one on the Isle Of Wight followed closely by Mersey Island, so we can repeat it all over again.

Oh and did i mention how hot it was over the weekend....no... well it was too damm hot.

safe scootering

Andy

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