URA Wickenby 2002

Glorious Comrades Reunion Rally

 A small local airfield did not really expect such a diverse collection of bikes and peoples over the May bank holiday, but from the first evening URA personnel made a tiny airfield control tower with on-suite bar their home from home.

Get that crate off the runway!

 Hancock and his specialist team of skilled nutters soon had a full list of events and the rally site was well attended from Friday evening onwards

Park in a straight line you bastards

Saturday saw an eventful run out to a local brewery ( a very clean shed....) near RAF Digby where the art of beer was shown to those who listened...( sorry, haven't got a picture of that as I was enthralled by the pressure washer instead..)

Now that beer was firmly placed in our minds, we raced back to the airfield ( closely pursued by nuns in a Morris 8....we just couldn't lose them) Trev opens up his 750cc Wolf solo to make some headway and shake them off....

In Nominis Patris Sanctum, et fili et valvulas....just don't nip up that piston

...While D Bloke uses a blocking maneuovre...( didn't work-they threw holy water at him and handbrake-turned off the carriageway)

Yeah, there were three of them...all wearing black....Audi Quattro I think...

But later, an excellent barbeque was steaming and spitting over all those close enough, to provide an excellent roast before the evenings beer testing,

So what smoke signal does this indicate then? (....Dinners ready, you fool...)

Barbera, Niki and Fil joined forces, armed with steel impliments to finish off any parts of animals that were not quite dead yet....

 ....While Amber and Chris show how to cook a Madras curry AND giggle inanely -all at the same time....

'No, you roll the next one.....no,no YOU roll the next one......BUT I'm cooking the dinner-and you've got the papers....'

 ...they should have been ordered off the site, the frightful bounders...

 A packed Saturday night saw much Real Ale being drunk accompanied by much Real Neurofen in the morning, Peter W is in fact at the correct horizon-angle but the bar has a 20' yaw....

Quick, grab Steve Cutler before he slides out the door (...it's his round..)

still, no time to wait, the next run-out sets off with Andy Frankish showing he really shouldn't be allowed on a sidecar outfit......

Glad he is not driving a Volvo

 A military re-enactement society provided some spectacular shows with a huge range of soldiers provided by a Living History group to keep us enthralled after which we got back on some living history, kick started it and rode back to another battle with huge ranks of curry and Goulash...Here Barbera and Sadie laugh at the massive amounts of Mexican Genetically Modified Bastarda Chili's they have introduced in the Veg' Curry.....

Yes, and let them get a good mouthful before you tell them.......

 Kev Thompson decides he needs a blow-job......from Chris' Lada.....so he can sleep better at night......so....more tea, Vicar?You just rev it up muy luvver...

before yes, you guessed it, fighting the foes of sobriety and rationality, armed only with cans of Guinness and Poachers Scrotum ...or something

 Monday morning saw the die-hards trundling off, to the only bit of rain we saw all week-end, many thanx must go to the Staff at the Wickenby control tower for putting up with us and putting up marvelous breakfasts, including all the excellent facilities. Do visit them and use the cafe/bar and make a donation, it's all the little people who work hard to make it worthwhile.