Toy
Run
On
Sunday 13th December I looked at my bike to see bit’s of
rust coming through the pig shit that I picked up in the Isle of Wight
back in September, Now any one will tell you from the South to the North
that my bike is the talk at any meet or rally on is gleam factors, in
fact most people would like their bike’s to be to my standards but
unfortunately nobody comes close :o)
…… So back to the plot do I spend the next 8 hours cleaning
it or go on the Toy Run, no contest , but first I must clean the screen
cos I cant see a bloody thing through it.
Now
leathers on and Christmas gift in panniers off I go to meet at Shire
Hall Reading , 1 hour later with very little get lost factor I enter a
big car park were some 100 or so bikes are already parked up, when a
lovely lady gives me a raffle ticket numbered 97, “wot’s this for
luvy?” I said like a donut
“free food and drink on our return” she said, sweet as a nut
me thinks looking around for for any one I know, within one minuet I see
centre 12 Thames Valley, trying to avoid them like the plague the
B,stards find me with kisses and cuddles (women only) followed by find
yer way here OK as if I wasn’t ready for that line, Scouse didn’t
say much which I found very strange because he normally has something to
say about everything and very loudly at that, till I noticed one of his
pearly whites missing, laugh I nearly shit but I had to do this
internally for fear of a back hander.
Then
I see our Anne
from centre 14 with a dirtier bike than mine which made me feel a
lot better, she stood standing there with a grin from ear to ear showing
off a new pair of heated gloves, this particular day was a very hot day
with the sun breaking through so I can only put it down to her having
some kind skin complaint, being very polite I ask her how long had she
been there and the number ticket she had been allocated,
“number
2” she replied, now is that eager or wot.
By
this time there must have been some 400+ bikes a lot of them decorated
with tinsel and fairy lights one bike had a Christmas tree sticking up
at the back of it, and I have never seen so many biker farther
Christmases in my life, it makes you feel like sitting on there laps and
telling them what you want for Christmas (probably get the same back
hander as above).
Out
of the blue I hear a familiar sound that makes you think what have I
done now…..a police siren asking for the marshals to get into position
ready for the run, soon afterwards all bikers start to move towards the
road ready for the off, all except Anne who is still trying to wire up
her gloves.
Now
this is not my manor so I did not have a clue which route or direction
we were traveling in but it must of been about 5 miles through populated
areas with people waving and smiling all the way, the marshals blanking
off every side and slip road so it was a non stop 5 miles, we reached
the local hospital were we all parked up and would give up our Christmas
gifts for the kid’s, now normally I am too busy with work or other
shit in my life with the run up to Christmas that I don’t start
getting into it till the 24th but
the sight of all the gifts and the extremely good unselfish
nature of everybody participating in this event makes you feel good to
be a part of it, and pushed me right into the Christmas spirit.
Many
thanks to the Christian Motorcyclist Association for organizing this
event, Thames Vale Advanced
Motorcyclists and the police for marshaling, a brilliant day.
Steve
