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Another wet and windy Friday afternoon and the occasional glance out of the
office window did nothing but reinforce the fact that I was in for a soaking.
It had been raining all day and showed no sign of stopping, so leaving work it
was time to get home, make the final preparations to leave and get the trusty
waterproofs on. Luckily I wasn’t going to suffer alone as Rob Da Rudi had
travelled up from Bicester earlier that day and collected his scooter from me.
At least we only had about 60 miles to ride and the ‘how wet can we get’
scenario was played out between us as we set out. Before arriving in Catterick
several people had commented on the place having its own rain cloud. Over the
last 4 weeks since I moved I was beginning to believe them as I’d only seen a
few days when it hadn’t rained. The rain cloud theory was born out when we got
about 3 miles outside Catterick and the rain stopped! For the rest of the
journey we had a great ride with some picturesque scenery, nice little
villages and one particularly enormous hill dotted along the way. So it was
that we arrived at Pickering totally dry and unscathed (apart from one of the
bolts holding my fly screen on going AWOL). The site chosen for the weekend
was the Northern Events Arena, with plenty of room to camp (to say the least!)
and an enormous hall that would easily encompass all the events planned for
the weekend. Unfortunately, previous deluges had resulted in a lot of flooding
throughout the grounds which meant we had to be careful to judge how deep the
lake-sized puddles were we had to ride through and scout around for a dry bit
of ground to pitch our tents. Both these phases accomplished I thought I’d
give Lisa Botham a call and see if she’d arrived yet. Lisa was indeed present
as was Ian (who’d managed to get time off to travel on Friday as opposed to
Saturday), so Rob and I wondered over to the arena for a quick beer before
erecting our tents. The friendly banter began straight away with Ian and Lisa
introducing us to Tony and Andy who were also from Catterick but whom I’d
never met. We managed more than a little restraint with only two beers downed
before we went to sort out our tents and generally prepare for the night
ahead. Of course it wasn’t long before we were back in the drinking zone,
despite Rob requiring a little assistance with his new tent! I started bumping
into friends almost straight away and I have to give a mention to the Beer
Pigs SC who never cease to amaze me with their capacity for alcohol
consumption as well as their sense of humour and friendliness. After a couple
of hours I had a phone call from Rob 88 who had ridden up from Nottingham in
some truly appalling weather and was anxious to get himself sorted out before
joining us on the lash. I guided Rob to our chosen camping area and he quickly
got his tent up and began the drying and thawing process with a beer in his
hand. The rest of the night was a blur with more AFSC members meeting up as
well as the usual dancing, drinking and tomfoolery! Big Al and his good lady
mentioned something about a certain individual’s backside appearing on
Facebook shortly after Whitby but, in the finest traditions, I’m denying
everything! I crossed paths with Danny, RAF Daz, Jonno and various others
during the night and I must apologise to Jonno (and all the other Teesiders)
for not knowing where the bridge pictures on his T-shirt was! Apologies also
to Lisa for the wedgie – it was too tempting to resist!
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For some strange reason I was feeling a bit rough the next day, I can’t
imagine why. My physical condition wasn’t helped by the sun beating down on my
tent in a boil-in-the-bag stylee, which forced me out of my pit and off to the
showers. I must admit I wasn’t hopeful of any hot water or much cleanliness as
it was about 1030 hrs, but I was wrong on both counts. The showers were clean
and the water piping hot. Showered, shaved and teeth brushed all I needed was
a cup of coffee and something to eat and I was fighting fit once again. The
YSA had organised a parts fair for the morning with a Battle of The Bands,
Pickering SC rideout and Custom show all starting at 1300 hrs. We certainly
had plenty to keep us entertained and I chose to kick off with a look around
the Custom Show, which was in the arena close to the stage meaning I could
keep one eye on the bands as they came on. I didn’t catch them all but one
outfit I did catch was three teenagers (lead guitar, bass guitar and drums)
who pushed out a superb set and drew a huge round of applause from those
watching. Talk about future talent. If anyone caught the band’s name, please
let me know so I can give it some “I was there watching them in 2008” when
they’re rich and famous! The Custom Show was excellent and grew in size
throughout the day until there must have been over 30 top-notch scoots on
display. I was particularly impressed by the fact that virtually all of them
had been ridden (the mud splatters telling their own story) although one
individual was spotted on Sunday morning loading his scooter and side car onto
a trailer! The parts fair was also very impressive with a great selection of
dealers. ‘Respect’ to the guys selling the ‘YSA Help for Heroes’ patches for
charity and the stall that sorted me out with a bolt to replace the one that
had come adrift from my fly screen – result! The YSA stall did a roaring trade
all day and several of us availed ourselves of various YSA bits and bobs.
Later in the afternoon we welcomed Si Cuerden who proceeded to cut about like
only Si can, interspersed with introducing AFSC members to each other and
generally enjoying himself. For a man who’s been under pressure for the last
few weeks, I think Si had a great time, although I could have done without his
snoring waking me up throughout the night! My night consisted of more
drinking, dancing and laughing and I have to say the friendliness of those I
met for the first time (both AFSC and other Scooterists) was fantastic. There
had been a lot of arrivals on Saturday and the drinking area outside the arena
was packed as well as the area inside put aside for Ska and Northern Soul
(dished out in equal measures throughout the night). There was hot scoff
available until the wee small hours and the bar staff (there were loads of
them) worked hard to ensure we were never left queuing for a beer for too
long.
The next day arrived far too quickly with quite a few people leaving early in
the morning and the sound of scooters filtering into my tent. Resistance was
soon revealed to be futile so I dragged my self out of my pit and packed for
the ride home. Rob and I had a great ride back with the sun shining and the
scoots cruising along beautifully.
Everyone one I spoke to during the course of the weekend said how very
impressed they were with the whole event and I would like to personally
congratulate the YSA on hosting a superb rally. If I forgot to mention anyone,
please fell free to chastise me when we next meet but I thoroughly enjoyed the
company of everyone I met over the weekend, God bless you all! Yorkshire
Invasion 6 – bring it on!
KTF,
Dave “Ravey Davey” Gibbs
AFSC