//Reviews
Whitby 2006
After
the fun of Southport last week and catching up with the rest of the
clubs stories from those who went to Bamburgh, we barely had time to
draw breath before Whitby fell upon us. Me and Jeannie turned up a wee
bit early at Musselburgh Services and bumped into a scooterist called
Bob from Dalgety Bay. He set off quick though while we waited for the
rest. Some of the guys from Sweden (Jonathan, Bob and Patrick) had
arrived in Scotland a few days ago and done a bit of a tour of the
highlands on their tuned lammies and they arrived at the services with
the rest of our scoots as well as the back-up van in tow. I’d arranged a
lift in the van for Scoots and Willie from Fife but somewhere along the
line this had been mucked up. They still managed to make it by other
means however and it was nice to see them there. Always up for a laugh
(and a tap!!!)
A right good run down at decent speeds was going well
until Davie ran out of fuel on probably the only bit of the A1 without a
hard-shoulder! We cracked
on though and sat at a steady 70-75mph all way down with only the usual
worries about the lack of fuel stops on the moors road to Whitby. We
arrived in the town and met up with Sam and Martyn while still looking
for our ‘holiday home’ (ooohh - suits you sir!). The rest of the squad
who booked last minute as usual were directed to the campsite on the
outskirts. Once in the digs we met up with our neighbours – Gary and
Helen and Kitch and Anne. Congratulations love, on your first solo drive
to a rally. Nice one.
It was about this time that I realised I’d forgotten my
camera. Bollocks! Something I would later regret when a drunken Jeannie
decided to piss on the statue on the green after the do! Another missed
magic moment. Anyway, long before that we started at the Angel as usual
and was gutted to learn they’d removed their wheel of fortune for the
drinks!?! Bugger – no chance to spin for ‘two for one’ or ‘half-price
deal’. Then even more gutted to discover only Blackthorn
was on offer! Not good. Ah well better get some in anyway. Met Peter
stumbling about – he’d left his helmet in one pub, scooter outside
another, and was meant to be on campsite! Sorry mate but I’m the last
person to ask for help - Get someone sober! Talking of someone sober –
met Jacko and Marieke, this the man who doesnae drink, except he was
half-cut too. Turned out he’d taken exception to the meal he’d been out
for and confronted the chef. The chef asked him outside for a square go
and when Jacko went out he shut and locked the door behind him!!!
Hahahaha.
Saturday started with a gorgeous fry-up which made
cousin Kitch very jealous. Then slightly spoiled by complaints from the
landlord about noise, smoking and throwing things out of the windows.
I’m not being funny but there’s no way we did any of that and I’m being
serious for a change! Scooter scum though. With no scoot repairs to do
(weird) we did a spot of shopping and ended up buying some really nice
pints of beer! No cider at all in the Little Angel (do they never
learn?) so went on a wee pub-crawl. Tried to find the rest of the Blues
but no joy and nobody else knew either? You all still on campsite? Off
to the do and paid full price of £6 each (for once) to see the Complete
Stone Roses – complete shite! And I love the Roses. Real shame. Big
queues at the bar, bad sound system and roastin’ hot meant we ended up
outside the back door most of the night laughing at the folk puking over
the sea wall (until it was our turn – it was the smell – honest!).
Finding it hard to focus, the Blues shirts I saw morphed into Telf,
Wardie, and our Swedish friends. Tried to have a blether with Jonathan
but I was too drunk and he was too busy looking for a ‘Woomaann’! No joy
though – he’d forgotten his battering club! (It’s a Viking thing)
Last to get served at the bar (they just missed our
wrists with the
shutters) me and Martyn got a double round and mosied on out the back
door. Jeannie did her best to drop each pint after just one sip but I
rescued a couple. Then the said statue incident
mentioned earlier – haha. A late night
pizza (open at 3am?) seemed a good idea but ended up waking up with it
in my bed on Sunday morning!Breakfast
was served down the café and said goodbye to the Yorkshire (and
Lincolnshire) folks and set-off ourselves. Found out the campsite Blues
had left ages before so we got the head down and got home in really good
time. Just over 4 hours
for 222 miles. Not bad and only a loose exhaust to complain about when
we got back. Gutted there are no pictures to go with this but what can I
do?
See ya, Dunf
Stats – Whitby 2006 – 17 June - Club scooters attending:-
Jonathan-Lambretta TS1 (Sweden)
Pata-Lambretta TS1 (Sweden)
Bob-Lambretta Mugello (Sweden)
Ricky-Vespa T5
Pete-Vespa PX200
Dave and Lynn Lambretta TS1
Dunf-Vespa PX210
Jeannie- Dragster 180
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