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//Review
Durham Groundhogs 2007
This
year’s the first time we’ve really looked at this run as a club and
we’ve plenty scooter pals in the Northeast so a few of us figured we’d
give it a go. My own target was to get the new scoot ready and give it a
dry run to see how it would go and if any teething problems needed
sorted. By Thursday morning it was looking grim – still had no seat,
registration, no. Plate, tax, bodywork, racks, or power supply for the
lights. 24 hours later after a hand from Mark and it was getting there –
still no lighting stator or sprint rack though (never arrived – promises
promise’s eh?) but the scoot was running and I was determined to go so
me and Jeannie finally got away around 12 on Friday.
Despite a shitty forecast for the whole weekend Friday was ‘mildly
moist’ as the tall permed bender on Top Gear would say. First fuel stop
and Jeannie fills up so full she canny fit any oil into the tank despite
having a tank twice as big as standard. Tube. Had to pump some out onto
the forecourt, which really pleased the wife behind the counter! Scoots
were running well although it was soon obvious it would take a few miles
to get accustomed to the shakin’, rattlin’, growling animal that was
bolted under ma seat! Not since I drove Louttit’s TS1 flyin’ banana a
few years ago have I sat on a scoot that vibrates so much. Lost about a
dozen nuts and bolts and snapped the horn and hugger within 100 miles.
Didn’t care though – the power makes up for all that………110mph on
Speedo!!!! (Still running in – oops). Can’t help it,
the voices made me do it! We got to site and got our ‘first 50 on
scoots’ patches – seemed a few left. If it were first 50 cars they
would’ve ran out by lunchtime! Nightmare, so many cars it was like a Max
Power do. Mostly it was folks who stayed fairly local as well, which
were piss poor. I know its not the Groundhogs fault – spoke to them and
that’s the thinking behind the patch idea, and it happens everywhere
these days. Plus the weather doesnae help. Was proper pissin' down by
now and never stopped all night. We ended up with a carryout in tent
having a blether with guys we met (Stan n Lee – STAN-LEE!) and then just
sat ourselves rest of the night with the sounds on. Quiet night. Well
would’ve been quiet but for the car stereos, bonfires and fighting…….ah
well!
Saturday we dragged ourselves off to town to get breakfast and some
alcoholic supplies. Just getting tucked into the beer and we were talked
into sticking the scoots in the custom show, something that we don’t
normally do (usually too pished!). The club then arrived in the form of
Willie, Pete, Telf, Squire and Mary and the day started proper. No
Strongbow, Guinness or Morgan’s (fucks sake!!) behind the bar meant that
sneaking in the carryout was required for the rest of the evening,
despite the best efforts of the barman (who looked awfy like a gay
Cotton-eye Joe!!!). Custom show results then came out and it appeared my
fortune spent, custom-built, frighteningly fast lammy hybrid was
insufficient to merit any 1st prizes (at least it was proper
ridden – the mud must’ve been different on some roads in the
North-East??) and the crowd seemed to like it. Consolation was more than
appreciated however when Jeannie took ‘Best Engineered’
which
was nice recognition and to me is the top category anyway, especially
with a few nice scoots there. The drinkin’ then got well under way and I
remember having a blether with Malice and Wyn before the wreckin’
started on the dance floor then it was up there for a while. Pete and me
decided to act as stage management bouncers for a while….. ‘Wanna go on
stage hen?’……..’Oh, can I, thanks’……’just check your wristband and chest
size first’ ?????? Quality. The do was a right good laugh and credit
must go to the Groundhogs and lads and lasses from the Northeast for the
atmosphere. Stonkin. The portaloos were however a bit of a liability and
took a brave soul to venture forth. (Still cringing writing this..). The
car count was also poor and sad me even took a pissed walk through the
campsite to retrieve more carryout and took a photo of every car on the
way. Got 46 pics if anyone is remotely interested. All the car and van
tyres had churned up the farmer’s field (sorry meant campsite) and one
poor guy slipped and flung a full kebab up in the air and landed back
down straight on the coupon. Hahahaha. Funny, though. The night ended
with a wee bit of doubt ab out
the identity of one lad who smacked someone that had tried to headbutt
him. Seems there were some claims he was a Scottish lad although others
said he spoke with a ‘funny’ accent! (bit rich from the Geordie’s - ay
reet an haway an that). Something about furry boots and steak pez. Not
sure though. We’ll keep an eye out nonetheless.
Sunday
duly delivered the hangover and expected rainfall and made the scoot
drive home pretty miserable. Didn’t help the first services were shut
and not having a fuel gauge (or reserve, or any idea either how much my
tank takes or how much fuel the scoot uses!), was worrying me so I
stopped at the Tyne Tunnel to check to make sure I wouldn’t run out
inside (would be just my luck). Phone goes and Jeannie (remember the 11
litre tank??) has run out of fuel down the road. Gets sorted with the
siphon pump and we carried on. Just before, Musselborough and Jeannie
(yes her with the MASSIVE tank) grinds to a halt again. Yip, you guessed
it, ran out again. Double Tube! Finally home, soaking, cold but at
least we all made it ok (I think). Still, a right good weekend.
Ps.
Shout out to Sam and Martyn who rode up on Saturday before Sam blew a
driveside oil seal 30 miles from Durham. Nae luck. Missed you there but
see you both next time. Take care.
Dunf
Stats – Groundhogs 11th – 13th May 2007.
Qualifying miles - 300
Club
scoots attending:
Pete Gilera Runner 180
Telf
Vespa Sportique210
Willie Vespa PX200
Squire
and Mary Vespa T5
Jeannie Vespa T5172
Dunf
Lambretta YZ250
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