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Son Saorsa (The one where we cleaned up on the trophies) |
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Youngest....(wi the drunkest) |
Furthest.... |
Mostest.... |
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At
last another Long hard winter was over and it's our first rally of the
year... Time to dust off the tent, find your Leathers and head to Lumsden
for Aberdeen MAG'S Stri Son
Saorsa. A good rally for us as we almost managed a clean sweep of the
prizes... and an as an extra special bonus....no bun fight about who
collected the trophy... or who got to take it home. Well done to Peanut
and Annie. Peanut for getting his mits on the Youngest Rally goer...
Annie for finally being presented with a furthest travel female (after
2 other c*ck-ups). And a big well done to us all for tunring up and
getting pished.. and getting a trophy for the
privilege
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1st
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What's that on
your back? |
Tents up....
beers open.... a right hook for Dek from Annie (well deserved after
years of frustration,by the way)and it was soon time to relax as we
all arrived...some more spectacularly than other... A rather dramatic
attention seeking bike drop on the way into field from Alfie allowed
Cal to demostrate his acrobatic abilities, Annie to demostrate what
a caring person she is (actually joggin across the field to help -
a feat that hasn't happened since 1983), and Dek to demostrate that
he couldn't care less After freezing
our ass's off at the tent we soon headed in to warm up."Pie shop"
were the evening's entertainment.. and very good they were too. The
rest of the night we did our usual, got pished and danced. |
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Whishky |
Saturday
we all got up and headed off in seperate directions on each other's
bikes. Thankfully we all made it back safe and there was no need to
hand over large amounts of cash for new panels etc. Also of note was
the state of our friend Robbie by 3pm an the Saturday afternoon... Well
done to Alfie for spotting him and looking after him. When your so pissed
that all you can say is "Whishky" your in trouble. Though
full marks for a spirited come back 
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Home safe ... |
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Saturday Night started with an excellent tea - provided by the on site catering - special mention is deservedfor their excellent rally breakfast too. Next our 4 month back log of Birthday club, a county blues rendition of Happy birthday for Annie. Leather, who has spent the afternoon in the pub, didnt manage to make the miraculours recovery Robbie had and spent much of the night asking bizarre questions and ordering rally tickets...still, it appears he had a nice afternoon in the park watching the boats!! |
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After
a large round of clearing up a trophy time...did we mention that????
Gaz narrowly managed to avoid wining us 'biggest rally fight' of the
evening when he 'playfuly' choked the wee kid sitting next to us, for
hitting him on the head with an inflatable mallet-well it was long past
his bedtime and he was over-tired (Gaz that is not the kid)!!. Our First
'rally puke of the year'...went to Peanut...who managed to share his
dinner all down Elaina's back....nice!! |
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A night of dancing ensued - joined by our 'dopted wee mate Miles-who had managed to double his rally badge count after Dek turned out his pockets. Cal amazingly appeared on teh dance floor for his first club rendition of Angus. And Gaz inevitably ended up being carried round the hall on Chris's shoulders, who finished the circuit looking somewhat flushed.... Sunday morning saw the inevitable hard work of packing up...and after yet another hearty breakfast we made our goodbye's and headed off to whence we came... |
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- sorry Alfie!
