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The 2008 Jampot Rally at
Launceston,
Being that in order to rent one of the cottages
close to the rally site we had to take it for a fortnight in order to cover the
middle (rally period) weekend, Pam and I decided to make a holiday of it as did
Alan and Jackie Jennings as well as Alan and Margaret Earl from the Kent
section, who had two of the other cottages. So it was that we all arrived in
glorious weather the weekend before the rally. However it was not to last and
after the first couple of days it degenerated to the extent that on the
Thursday when it was intended to do most of the setting up, it was raining
steadily for the whole day. It was fortunate indeed that all of the others
(except Pam and I – who didn’t realize that we would be also doing
some work on the Wednesday) had managed to get our control tent up on the
Wednesday afternoon during one of the drier spells, as it made things a lot
easier when we had to get the final things sorted out on the Thursday morning.
So, despite the terrible weather on Thursday we at least were ready for the
arrivals to shelter in the dry and enjoy a hot coffee or tea while signing in.
We could also feel sorry for the poor souls who were struggling to put up the
main and catering marquees in teaming rain and getting soaked to the skin in
the process, providing hot drinks for them and even for the caterers themselves
at some periods.
It was around midday when the first arrival turned
up, our own Vic Sayers, who had ridden down that morning and had fortunately
managed to reach
Pam
and Colin Atkinson busy welcoming and booking in the rally arrivals in the
Launceston control tent
Friday started with yet more rain, but soon
settled in to showers punctuated by dry spells with even some occasional
sunshine as the main bulk of the rally visitors arrived. In the control tent we
were kept very busy booking people in while Margaret Earl did an excellent job
of selling the regalia and husband Alan kept the much in demand tea urn topped
up for immediate use by all and sundry.
Somewhat to their surprise Graham Eaton and Dave Nichols found that they
were taking out the Friday afternoon run unassisted by local knowledge. Graham
set off with the marshals while Dave led the actual run some minutes later. 76
riders went out for the run and fortunately the weather remained dry
throughout. In the control tent we knew that Graham had arrived back by the
smell of burnt oil which drifted through the entrance as his G15 was smoking
badly on its left cylinder. Meanwhile the regalia had still been selling
remarkably well and we had run out of several sizes in both sweatshirts and
polo shirts by now. I was also starting to get a bit edgy about carrying some
£7000 pounds around in my pocket, which seemed only a little more secure
than having it bulging out of a biscuit tin in the crowded control tent. So
about 3pm Chris Read ran me to the bank where, clutching said biscuit tin and
dressed in my best army surplus clothing, I handed it over to the counter for
paying into the Club account. Back at the site and it was a wait for the
caterers to get the evening meals underway then, suitably refreshed, it was a
case of continuing to deal with the later arrivals until most people had
started to drift into the bar, or were scattered around chatting before closing
up the control tent for the night, with our section’s bikes safely
ensconced inside away from the Cornish weather.
Somewhat surprisingly Saturday started out
quite dry and after breakfast in the marquee the Saturday run assembled for the
“off”. Graham decided not to take his ailing G15 out this time and
intended to investigate it later. Chris Read went out in his Range Rover prior
to the run leaving in order to ensure that the roads were clear and this time I
counted out 177 riders taking part and they left in sunshine, for what was to
remain another dry run. Shortly after the run leaving, in the control tent, I
had a visit from the very concerned organizer of the “paintball”
ground on the opposite side of the road from where we were. It seemed that on
the Sunday they were holding a horse dressage event and he was most concerned
that our Sunday run would not leave the same way (via the very narrow lane past
his ground) that they had on the Friday and Saturday. It seems that neither he,
nor the
Pat
Gill gets his restored Matchless Silver Arrow ready for one of the runs
That evening there was entertainment in the
marquee and it seemed that “Elvis” had been resurrected once more,
for the benefit of the AJS&MOC, although the smoke that accompanied his
arrival did nothing to help the environment. Pam’s back was playing her
up badly by this time so we didn’t stay till the end, but it seems we
missed the best part. Throughout the evening Alan Jennings and Dudley Woods had
been steadily working their way through a bottle of whisky (celebrating their
autojumble purchases perhaps!) with apparently some interesting results. As I
wasn’t there there till the end
though you will have to ask someone else about it, although not Alan or
Dudley as I doubt that they can remember anything.
On the Sunday morning Graham was still not sure
about using his bike to lead out the marshals again because he didn’t
think that he could trust it so
For the start of Sunday’s run we had a
surprise visit from a motorcycle policeman, which was surprising because Chris
Read’s initial approach to the police authorities met with complete
indifference. However, perhaps because someone in a senior position had
suddenly realized that there was two large events taking place on opposite
sides of a relatively small road and had second thoughts in case any problems
might reflect badly on him, this chap was, very fortunately, here and held up
traffic on an awkward bend for us while the entire run got away (176 riders
this time, with another 20 or so joining up at the half way point in Bude).
While waiting for the run to leave I watched various horseboxes and trailers
making their way down to the dressage event. If the run had left by the same
way as the previous days then there would no doubt have been absolute chaos.
With this patrolman’s help everything went well and the run was not
fragmented. He then took a shorter route than the run, to the half way stop at
Bude, to see everyone in – good for him, his help was welcomed. Although this run also started in
sunshine it was only to last for the first half. The rain started as they left
on the return trip and just got heavier all the time, such that they all
arrived back in a fairly soggy condition. However, everyone still seemed to be
in good spirits and had enjoyed themselves regardless. One thing we did notice in the control
tent this year was the continuous demand for the charging of mobile phones.
Having rigged up an extension board at one stage we had three phones and a bike
battery on charge, so we provided a worthwhile service there and something
which was obviously needed as there is not much opportunity of charging a phone
battery when you are sleeping in a tent and have arrived on a bike with a 6
volt electrical system.
“Jampot”
editor Chris Read and new Club President Roy Bellett discuss another of Pat
Gill’s superb Matchless restorations
I have to admit to giving the AGM a miss and so
didn’t see our section leader Roy get voted in as the new President
of the AJS & MOC, but we all
knew about it at the evening gathering when Chris Read gave a very good
“winding up” speech and announced Roy as the Club’s new
President. That night’s entertainer was a re-incarnated Roy Orbison, who I personally preferred
to Elvis. I hope that he wasn’t too distracted by the mass of paper
aeroplanes flying between the various tables throughout the latter part of the
evening – boys will be boys I guess and I have to own up to being one of
them.
And so a good rally came to an end with
everyone leaving on the Monday morning and the weather staying dry enough for
us to get everything packed away by soon after midday. While packing up, Pam was chatting to
one of the caterer’s, who said that they were very surprised at the age
range of those attending the rally and to find that they were still partying
well after midnight, also at just how far some of them had travelled to be
there. They had done one bike event previously and that was a Hells Angel
memorial event which more conformed to what is usually portrayed as the
stereotypical biker event and nothing at all like our lot, who obviously knew
how to really enjoy ourselves. As Pam said to them, we were probably more
typical of a bike event than any stereotype and people usually do have a good
time, with families as well, at such events. Despite misgivings about the
weather and organizing something at such a distance from our section area the
rally was a success and I feel that the vast majority of those attending enjoyed
themselves.
Colin Atkinson