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Mad Hatters 2008
I
think this is the eighth year that David Angel has organised the
Mad Hatters camping weekend in the field behind his Middleton
Cheney HQ. Deliberately designed as a low key event there was
plenty of opportunity for inspecting transport, discussing
modifications and upgrades and making new friends. A large part
of the machinery present was of Soviet/ Russian origin, mainly
new and fairly new Urals. One Ural owner had brought with him a
sizeable group of Japanese bike mounted friends, though some of
the machines said Triumph on them. Also notable were a very nice
‘60s BMW fitted with a later engine, a Reliant engined Ural and
a couple of the new Rotax Jawas, one of them with a chair.
Saturday was windy (Ed too much beer?) but sunny with much
sitting around, communal eating etc. Our president came for the
day on his recently lowered Planeta Sport outfit and this writer
was relieved of his ignorance of the Soviet/Japanese partnership
that produced it. New COC member Jim Turner attended for the
weekend on his Dnepr MT11, but then he only lives four miles
away from F2.
The twenty mile run out on Sunday by back roads to a transport
café for lunch was not spoiled by the torrential rain, running
water and deep puddles, though numbers were possibly affected.
Led by Dave’s Trabant were Peter Barker on his solo Ural, Young
Maisie and her granddad on a Ural outfit (sorry, forgot your
name mate), Jim on his MT11 and myself on the BMW/Ural. The run
was equal to Jim’s longest ride on the Dnepr so far, so things
are looking good. As usual I felt inferior running a BMW engine,
but I also have and MT11 and Jim and I made a pact that we would
keep our Dneprs going for ever and not be tempted to opt for BMW
motive power.
Back
at the site half-hearted attempts were made to erect a rain
shelter near the fire, but strong wind meant that the project
was doomed. At one point several of us sat in a row at the fire
with the blue polythene sheet held over our heads. Thankfully
the rain eased, but by then it was time for the pub. Jim used to
drink in the New Inn in Middleton Cheney when he was younger,
but said he never remembered it looking so old, it having been
converted to an olde worlde pub to cater for the influx of
Londoners who want to live the Archers dream when they aren’t
undertaking million pound advertising jobs or playing with other
people’s lives on the stock market. Refreshingly discussion was
wide, encompassing history, politics and philosophy - it's too
easy just to talk about motorcycles and pretend the world
doesn't exist.
Home cooked, reasonably priced proper meals were provided from
the bungalow at the top of the field and tables had been set out
in a big tent so no-one needed to risk immediate bowel cancer by
eating three burgers in a row. All dogs were well behaved and no
cats attended.
Star of the event was Maisie (top right) , who at eleven years
old sat and listened to old blokes talking about motorcycles all
weekend and never once complained. If only more of today’s youth
could be content to whittle sticks and enjoy the countryside.
Three day events such as this are rare and only a handful of
people stayed over on Sunday night. Dave had left a much
appreciated ammunition box of potatoes in the fire for our
return from the pub, along with butter and cheese. There was
still wood left at 2am, but everyone needs their beauty sleep.
Monday, for me at least was fine after one small shower. Peter,
Jim and I, new friends, rode ceremoniously out of the site
together to go our separate ways – me to Cleckheaton by
unclassified and B roads wherever possible, Peter to Humberside
and Jim to the next village, hopefully to all meet again at some
future fine event such as this was.
Many thanks to David Angel for his efforts, the great welcome
and his vast knowledge of Russian tackle round the fire – and
the potatoes were great.
Dave Ramsden
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