the afsc at Cleethorpes 2008
by Mik Boon
Where to start? Cleethorpes rally for us, or Sue to be more specific,
started the week before Whitby. As Usual chez Boon is open to any member who
wants to stop here. As usual Sue decides her hovel isnít clean enough for
pissed up AFSC members so she starts to clean and polish , then she polishes
and cleans ad when sheís done that she rearranges the furniture then
polishes again. So cleaning complete panicking kept to a reasonable minimum,
She was ready by Wednesday. Just to be on the safe side Reckit and Coleman
delivered a pantek load of Mr Sheen Thursday for the final push.
We started Friday badly. I was on nights Thursday so my plan was to have a
kip in the morning get up at 1200 hrs. We had a new suite being delivered
finally after being 3 weeks late so I had arranged for my son to come over
and wait for it. I got to bed at 0745 at 0915 I was woken to the phone
ringing with a van on the front. So that was it plan over Got up took
delivery just as my boy turned up. Agreed Sue would hate it and went back to
bed to be woken again by the phone after lad had left.
- This time it
was Mitch. Then texts from members on the way I realised sleep was not going
to be on the agenda. So I got up washed the scoots and got into the rally
- As we are all aware this rally coincided with national veterans day. Parade
at 1400 , I got my 50 squadron themed GP out planning to park up outside the
RAFA club and join the parade. I had been bragging recently that my Lammy
had not let me down for 3 years the last being a burnt out clutch at the
Pompey weekender. I should have kept my mouth shut. I pulled out of my drive
got to the corner about 5 yards and snapped my clutch cable. I was running
to a tight schedule so pushed her back in the garage and jumped on the
trusty LML which wouldnít have the same effect outside the RAF memorial but
needs must. As I got to the RV I met up with Rick 63 and had a quick Shandy
and a yarn together in the club before joining the march.
- This was where
I met Dave Hall who recently joined. Cleethorpes people and a thin
smattering of early scooterists lined the route 6 deep on both paths for
around half a mile applauding the parade.
- Brought a lump
to my throat and set the scene for the weekend. North Lincolnshire people
are the friendliest folk you can find and love the scooter weekend. People
who donít know a scooter from a Harley have been buzzing for a couple of
weeks knowing the rally was near.
- The fact that
the pubs in the area take more money this weekend than any other in the
year, is not lost on us. After the parade Dave went to his parents house in
a local village Me and Rick rode back to our house 3 miles away. The fridge
opened and the rally started. We changed the clutch cable in the GP very
easily and set the tension with my latest eBay investment £12 tool
recommended I think, Iím sure it worked ok but on testing I snapped not the
cable but the actual lever.
- That meant the
LML would be the steed for the weekend. I didnít have time to stop partying
for maintenance. This is why Iím an advocate of having a spare scoot at all
times. We were soon joined By Craig the blitz and Viv. Up from the Isle of
Wight, And within minutes Sapper Baz and Ellen riding from Bridlington and
RAF Daz who joined them at Beverley. We cracked open the Stella and the
girls had the red wine or as Ellen put it, poison!! More of that later. The
seven seater car I bought came in as transport back to town as we all opted
for the campsite
- Cleethorpes rally is, and I know Iím biased, one of the best. The whole
resort pulls out all the stops. Most of the pubs in the area get into it and
put on scooter themed doís . This does though have the effect of diluting
the attendances at the main do and make it look like there's not so many
attending. Friday night at the camp site was a coincidental monthly free
Northern night. Usually attended by a dozen people this time crammed to the
rafters with scooterists intent on a good night and they certainly had one.
A phone call from Si and Carol they were at our house and our sons mate
drove them to us. Thanks Si I have since found out you told him Iíd buy a
tank of petrol????
- As the night went on Uggy Jeannette Andy and Lou arrived after a long ride
up from Bedfordshire.
The backpatches came in handy as we found Ashley in the bar and made him a
fully fledged AFSC mate. Ellen seemed to have taken some
"warfarin" in with
her red wine as it came up glowing in the dark and she turned into the bird
from the exorcist giving Craig and the rest of us some ( well deserved)
- The night ended too early for us so two quick trips back found everyone back
at our house for a 70ís music quiz and a floor show of Si lighting farts and
craig demonstrating the best use of Doritos in enticing a border collie into
- We eventually crashed at around 0400 after a surreal episode of role
reversal when my 18 year old complained about the noise.
Saturday morning started early with a fry up then what is becoming a
traditional Cleethorpes rally ride in. normally around 80 -100 scoots meet
up at the Haven Inn on the A180 to ride the 4 miles to the pier straight
through Grimsby and Cleethorpes.
- This time the
route had changed to make it longer about 8 miles and between 5 and 600
scooters had made the effort. This was absolutely amazing, Baz had trouble
starting as the scoots left and we had to bump start his PX the others
hadnít noticed and had gone off in the middle of the pack , so me Baz and
Daz tagged onto the end and overtook where we could to catch up . the whole
ride in took around an hour second and third gear all the way through red
lights and roundabouts with out riders stopping traffic to let us through.
Very few drivers seemed to mind and the spectacle has hit the front page of
the local paper. When we arrived Sue and I shot straight off for a family
wedding and got back to the parts fair 2 hours later.
- The night we had arranged to meet up at the site again for another good
night but got a phone call from Mitch saying there was a local bingo and pub
singer on. As I said the northern night Friday was a coincidence. We decided
to go to the Beachcomber for the official do. Big mistake, the usual fiver
to get in and expensive booze. Not the organisers fault the beachy is always
expensive. BUT they had two rooms of music on in adjacent open plan rooms.
- Sound systems
were crap records scratched and jumping but worst of all both systems could
be heard in both rooms and neither enjoyed. As luck would have it Mitchís
wife Sharon had stayed in the club because the kids were on site, she rang
to say the club had got the DJ back and were getting him back on , we jumped
in the AFSC
bus , (Thanks again Sue sweetheart for not drinking and ferrying us all
over) We arrived to the most bizarre scene ever witnessed on a rally. It was
great seeing Jinx and his wife Tina.
- The pub singer
was fighting for his career against all odds singing Queen songs 200
scooterists drowning him out and abusing him three times he tried to come
back eventually giving up and Dennis the DJ getting the ovation of his life
as Madness filled the air.. More high jinks abuse and boozing took place
this time Alcoholics anonymous helped Ellen stay on the wagon.
The it was Munchies time and the local kebab shop was treated to the
cabaret. The poor young lass serving who gave as good as she got, was almost
convinced herself that she was a transvestite called Dave. Even reduced to
explaining to others that she wasnít .
- The weather as usual at Cleethorpes held out and in parts was glorious
Hopefully everyone got home safe and dry before 1600 when we had a mini
Thanks to everyone who made it special .