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Moo Summer Rally Bury St. Edmunds and District MAG
 It was that time of year again: when we put out road signs and cause
havoc across the land. Setting up for the rally is not actually that
bad any more now we have this wonderful site. Yes, the marquee has to
be put up along with the booking-in tent, the tickets and welcome-packs
put together, food for the BBQ and staff to run it, raffle prizes to be
sourced, D Js to be found when the one booked pulls out at the last
moment and a hundred other things that need arranging and putting in
place. But other than that everything is cool.
Mid morning Friday and people were coming together to put stuff up. By
lunchtime folk are starting to arrive, desperate to get camped in the
lee of the trees. Oh, yes. The one thing we cannot factor for is the
weather, which is a shame as one ought to be on for a hot and dry rally
in June. Sporadic showers punctuated the day but never became too heavy.
With everything set up and ready to go, the bar opened and it was time
to get some sound out of our disco kit, prodded by Herb and myself. The
disco was supplied by the good chaps of our 1st band - Rats in the Sack
- as the booked disco had gone missing. Preparing for their arrival on
stage it only seemed right to have a beer or three.
 I
can’t exactly say why this happens but when beer is consumed at our
rally people seem to lose the ability to remain clothed. I don’t know
if this is some deficiency they have in the clothing retention
department or they are just too hot. It can at times be a little
disturbing to say the least.
Rats as usual played a storming set and had everyone bopping about in a
fine old manor and from 10 pm onwards there was the culinary delights of
the BBQ to sample until the early hours whereupon folks took themselves
to bed: some even finding their own tents!
It must have been at about 5 am on Saturday when I was awoken by the
sound of heavy rain upon my tent, something which caused my elderly
bladder to insist on a waterlogged stomp to the heated toilet block.
Ablutions done I returned to my tent, cursing my bladder, as I went for
a few more hours shut eye.
By 8 am the sun was out and a few early risers were partaking of the
free tea and coffee before the main morning event: the fry up.
Breakfasts were supplied by the Sugar Beet Sports and Social Club staff,
and very nice they were too. More people were turning up and others
were wandering out for a swift half down the town. A brave soul by the
name of Spike accompanied me on a ride out. Spike: we salute you for it
has been mentioned in despatches that we brave souls encountered the
mother, father, son, daughter and all close relatives of a thunder storm
about half way round the route. If you need any proof that Italians have
finally sussed electrics then this has to be it: one bike was an Aprilia
and the other a Guzzi.
One of the nice things about this rally for us organisers and those
that attend is that it’s very chilled and laid back. This causes us
problems though as we always struggle to get people to partake in the
ride out or silly games. As much as the assembled throngs were cajoled
they could not be moved from their seats. After a short interval games
were abandoned and the drinking continued.
 Saturday afternoon became evening and the disco kicked off with DJ
Gordon back by special request, graciously coming out of retirement to
spin the discs and proving that he has lost nothing save his marbles.
(Well we still had the Rats Disco and he was at the rally.)
One of our number came round with the raffle tickets and relieved the
unsuspecting of their loose and not so loose change. The prizes this
year were cracking and we cannot thank the donors enough - they know who
they are but for the rest of you a list appears at the bottom of this
page.
Our band for Saturday night was the Strangers and once again I heard
nothing but praise for them. The BBQ struck up again and Friday night
was repeated but with even less clothing. Does beer make skin slippery
I wonder? The fancy dress theme this year was James bond and there were
some great costumes on display but the winner was Vargo who came as a
bond girl in a bikini, a sight still firmly imprinted on my retinas.
The music continued till 12 then it was outside for food and chat and
drinking. It was at some point after this that things become a little
hazy but I am assured that no animals were harmed.
Sunday morning dawned to devastation. Then I opened my eyes and it
became apparent that my skull was being used as a practice venue for a
brass band - and they were playing Motorhead. The party folk slowly
emerged (many showing signs of similar skull problems) and got on with
the task of finding their clothing, eating and packing away. BSE Mad
Cows hope that everyone had a great time; we thank you for your support
and hope to see you all next time. We would also like to thank all
those who helped put on the event, the raffle prize donors and the staff
of the Bury Sugar Factory for their efforts. Ride Free Ride Safe hope
to see you all at our other events. The profits from this rally go
directly to the MAG Fighting fund.
BSE
MAD COWS would like to thank:
Ekquire
motorcycles: 01284 765434 Battery charger
Red Shift Motorcycles: 01284 811118 Battery charger
Flash Clothing: 01773 749907 Tie dyed shirt
Moto Technics: Crash helmet
Max Moto: 01284 701170 Aprilia Jacket |
