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Col & Paula's wedding
This is about the wedding, so don't expect stories of certain members getting bored on their bikes and riding like twats through Bradford on Friday afternoon ending in a coming together, losing a brake lever and busting an engine case, and I still stand my ground, was not my fault!!!!
It was very clear to see that Col was ever so slightly nervous, and dare I say stressed up to his eyeballs, but looking smart, well as smart as Col can look.
Col and Mark had left us at 0900hrs it is now 0930 and the Ogri machine is slowly trying to organise itself into something that resembles a ride out, Rob is counting us down, 29min, 25min 22min you get the picture. I am guessing we had about 50 bikes there and a special mention to Mark (sweaty sock) who had the balls to wear a skirt, and what a picture, the bikes not Mark. So 10.00hrs arrives and we are off.
What a feeling, outriders blocking the junctions and we just ride on through bike after bike, big red back patches one after another, a really good feeling although the weather is a tad shit, but who cares.
At this point I will acknowledge the outriders who did a f##king great job, Dan with his "Mad Max I don't give a shit if you're bigger than me I am coming through" attitude, Tonka riding on the wrong side of road taking photos, Lee "I forgot my panniers were 8ft wide" and nearly wiping out fiesta's micras and at the end some daft bint in a Gulf.
We arrive at the Hall, what an entrance; the wedding photographer was almost creaming herself, snappity snap snap snap as each bike rolled on through and parked up.
Did I mention that Col was ever so slightly nervous, well by now; it was a lot more than that.
So off we all go into the gardens for more photos and a quick smoke.
I took my seat in the hall and we waited for the non‑religious ceremony to start, Rob was playing DJ and then Metallica's 'Nothing Else Matters' starts. Paula appears at the top of the stairs and "wow" she looked bloody amazing, the ceremony is great, sure the registrar had been on the Jack before hand, anyone would think he was doing a stand up gig, Col and Paula are announced husband and wife and the place erupts with applause and cheers and whistles. So it was outside for more photos and another smoke. Now the next bit is the ride back, look I could try and write down what it was like, but all I can say is the sun came out and it was one of the best things I have ever seen and done. Just look at the pics in the gallery.
We all arrive back at the pub safely, well almost, Mr H did decide to throw his bike on the ground, but was soon retrieved back to a vertical status.
From there on in things get a little blurry, nothing at all to do with the alcohol consumption, honest, as always it was a great party and Mr & Mrs Lymburn looked bloody great together, top of the bloody world, I got to give Mark a mention who pulled off a great best man's speech in front of a tough crowd despite shaking like a shitting dog. The disco was, as usual, a very camp affair with certain members dancing to YMCA, badly I might add, and I have vague memories of a song about a shampoo bottle being up your ass!! Col and Paula were amazing and I just hope when I get married, the day is as good as theirs.
Mr &Mrs Lymburn, if you're reading this, thanks for a blinding day and good luck (not that you need it) to you both.
Togs (not my bloody fault that Mal and Russ crashed)
Click here to see some of the photos.
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It was very clear to see that Col was ever so slightly nervous, and dare I say stressed up to his eyeballs, but looking smart, well as smart as Col can look.
Col and Mark had left us at 0900hrs it is now 0930 and the Ogri machine is slowly trying to organise itself into something that resembles a ride out, Rob is counting us down, 29min, 25min 22min you get the picture. I am guessing we had about 50 bikes there and a special mention to Mark (sweaty sock) who had the balls to wear a skirt, and what a picture, the bikes not Mark. So 10.00hrs arrives and we are off.
What a feeling, outriders blocking the junctions and we just ride on through bike after bike, big red back patches one after another, a really good feeling although the weather is a tad shit, but who cares.
At this point I will acknowledge the outriders who did a f##king great job, Dan with his "Mad Max I don't give a shit if you're bigger than me I am coming through" attitude, Tonka riding on the wrong side of road taking photos, Lee "I forgot my panniers were 8ft wide" and nearly wiping out fiesta's micras and at the end some daft bint in a Gulf.
We arrive at the Hall, what an entrance; the wedding photographer was almost creaming herself, snappity snap snap snap as each bike rolled on through and parked up.
Did I mention that Col was ever so slightly nervous, well by now; it was a lot more than that.
So off we all go into the gardens for more photos and a quick smoke.
I took my seat in the hall and we waited for the non‑religious ceremony to start, Rob was playing DJ and then Metallica's 'Nothing Else Matters' starts. Paula appears at the top of the stairs and "wow" she looked bloody amazing, the ceremony is great, sure the registrar had been on the Jack before hand, anyone would think he was doing a stand up gig, Col and Paula are announced husband and wife and the place erupts with applause and cheers and whistles. So it was outside for more photos and another smoke. Now the next bit is the ride back, look I could try and write down what it was like, but all I can say is the sun came out and it was one of the best things I have ever seen and done. Just look at the pics in the gallery.
We all arrive back at the pub safely, well almost, Mr H did decide to throw his bike on the ground, but was soon retrieved back to a vertical status.
From there on in things get a little blurry, nothing at all to do with the alcohol consumption, honest, as always it was a great party and Mr & Mrs Lymburn looked bloody great together, top of the bloody world, I got to give Mark a mention who pulled off a great best man's speech in front of a tough crowd despite shaking like a shitting dog. The disco was, as usual, a very camp affair with certain members dancing to YMCA, badly I might add, and I have vague memories of a song about a shampoo bottle being up your ass!! Col and Paula were amazing and I just hope when I get married, the day is as good as theirs.
Mr &Mrs Lymburn, if you're reading this, thanks for a blinding day and good luck (not that you need it) to you both.
Togs (not my bloody fault that Mal and Russ crashed)
Click here to see some of the photos.
Click here to go to the main news page.