30th Anniversary Run
I arrived on the Saturday morning all loaded and ready to go, which was lucky as a few of the members had seemed to have ignored the "we will stop drinking at Midnight" rule that had been loosely bounced around the ranks, I was just pleased that I did not require multiple amounts of de-gag, eh Axel, Mark, Rob to name but a few.
To be honest, the weather was looking pretty shitty as well, big f##k off grey and black clouds looming, you know, typical bloody British Summer type stuff.
The turn out was spot on, as you can see from the gallery.
We even left on time, which trust me is a miracle in itself for the Ogri.
With the Pres and VP up front, we started our journey south towards Hurn, which was our final destination (eventually).
After about an hour or so we approached Calne, and would you believe it, there was a dirty great bike show on, f##king hundreds of them everywhere. Oh yeah and by now, those dirty great f##koff grey clouds has disappeared to make way for blue skies and a really bloody hot sun, how pleased was I that I did not bother with my waterproofs. Without pointing the finger, we did take a wrong turn in Calne and had a little detour around the backend of town, which was fine until we had to turn round and go past all the people at the bike show/event thingy (and not to mention the Chavs at their social club swigging special brew whilst admiring their latest purchase from Elizabeth Duke) for a second time. And by this time, we were down to a crawl, and not even that, my bike was not the only one to getting a bit on the warm side. But hey, this is what ride outs are all about, we eventually got out of Calne and headed out of town, a nice blast for a few miles to cool the bikes down, once that was sorted we stopped in a lay-by for piss, fag break, massage arse back to life, that sort of stuff.
So after 10 mins we were off again, as part of the run we popped by a couple of the guys resting places to say hi and pay our respects.
Did I mention that it was getting warmer, a lot bloody warmer, and when we got stuck in a traffic jam in Salisbury, we all started to cook. Dan got bored and started doing burnouts to impress the little teeny girls in their Fiesta!! But we could not have wished for a better day, we had a late lunch break and a big cheers to Daz for sorting the grub.
So that was the ride-out, and it was bloody amazing, just look at the pics.
So 8 hours later (92 miles) you do the maths! We ended up at Hurn, a great spot tucked away in the woods.
Time for another big thanks to all the guys/cadets that transported all the tents, kit and then helped set up the bar and BBQ. But they saved the best for all of us to see, and that was the setting up of the makeshift volleyball court, laying out the lines with 6ft metal tent poles is so not a health and safety issue!!!! But was a bloody good laugh watching it be constructed.
Have I mentioned mosquitoes, oh my f##king god, we were camping on Planet Mosquito. I got bloody bitten to death, and I don't think I was the only one. After a bit of gentle persuasion by Graham the volley ball tournament got under way, not sure who won in the end, but was a good laugh, even though it was too bloody dark to see the ball. The drinking went on into the early hours as per the norm, Mark celebrated his birthday at the stroke of midnight, think that got a bit messy!! And as far as I know, a good time was had by all.
I got home the next day, with a sore arse (insert joke here) and bloody aching all over with mozzy bites in places there shouldn't be mozzy bites, but with a dirty great grin on my face. Can't wait till the next one.
Togs
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To be honest, the weather was looking pretty shitty as well, big f##k off grey and black clouds looming, you know, typical bloody British Summer type stuff.
The turn out was spot on, as you can see from the gallery.
We even left on time, which trust me is a miracle in itself for the Ogri.
With the Pres and VP up front, we started our journey south towards Hurn, which was our final destination (eventually).
After about an hour or so we approached Calne, and would you believe it, there was a dirty great bike show on, f##king hundreds of them everywhere. Oh yeah and by now, those dirty great f##koff grey clouds has disappeared to make way for blue skies and a really bloody hot sun, how pleased was I that I did not bother with my waterproofs. Without pointing the finger, we did take a wrong turn in Calne and had a little detour around the backend of town, which was fine until we had to turn round and go past all the people at the bike show/event thingy (and not to mention the Chavs at their social club swigging special brew whilst admiring their latest purchase from Elizabeth Duke) for a second time. And by this time, we were down to a crawl, and not even that, my bike was not the only one to getting a bit on the warm side. But hey, this is what ride outs are all about, we eventually got out of Calne and headed out of town, a nice blast for a few miles to cool the bikes down, once that was sorted we stopped in a lay-by for piss, fag break, massage arse back to life, that sort of stuff.
So after 10 mins we were off again, as part of the run we popped by a couple of the guys resting places to say hi and pay our respects.
Did I mention that it was getting warmer, a lot bloody warmer, and when we got stuck in a traffic jam in Salisbury, we all started to cook. Dan got bored and started doing burnouts to impress the little teeny girls in their Fiesta!! But we could not have wished for a better day, we had a late lunch break and a big cheers to Daz for sorting the grub.
So that was the ride-out, and it was bloody amazing, just look at the pics.
So 8 hours later (92 miles) you do the maths! We ended up at Hurn, a great spot tucked away in the woods.
Time for another big thanks to all the guys/cadets that transported all the tents, kit and then helped set up the bar and BBQ. But they saved the best for all of us to see, and that was the setting up of the makeshift volleyball court, laying out the lines with 6ft metal tent poles is so not a health and safety issue!!!! But was a bloody good laugh watching it be constructed.
Have I mentioned mosquitoes, oh my f##king god, we were camping on Planet Mosquito. I got bloody bitten to death, and I don't think I was the only one. After a bit of gentle persuasion by Graham the volley ball tournament got under way, not sure who won in the end, but was a good laugh, even though it was too bloody dark to see the ball. The drinking went on into the early hours as per the norm, Mark celebrated his birthday at the stroke of midnight, think that got a bit messy!! And as far as I know, a good time was had by all.
I got home the next day, with a sore arse (insert joke here) and bloody aching all over with mozzy bites in places there shouldn't be mozzy bites, but with a dirty great grin on my face. Can't wait till the next one.
Togs
Click here to see some of the photos.
Click here to go to the main news page.