More from Ingliston.

Alright, alright, I give in! This picture is posted due to popular demand from The Fan/s. Ahem. No idea who the wee lassie is, or what's going on with the hat, but the bloke is Doug, one half of Paula & Doug, and they're the ones who organise the whole Classic Caboodle at Ingliston. They do a grand job an' all.

And this picture, by way of revenge, is someone who is a regular on the blog - meet Mr Kawa.

Off to work, more pics and video of the Wall of Death.....later!

And here they are.........

On Friday afternoon I popped over to Andrew's place with Terry the Terrier in kit form in the back of the van, plus a few bags and packages of literature / posters / forms / table cloths / monitor / netbook / extension cable and so on. It had to be mid afternoon as I had to wait until I got the nod from from Printagraph in Aberdeen, that the banners were good to go. So I gets there, in glorious sunshine but with a gale force wind blowing. We load all the gear into Andrew's car / trailer and set off to Aberdeen to collect the banners. It took a while to leave Aberdeen as there were roadworks and rush hour traffic to be negotiated, but we got to Ingliston show ground around 7pm.

Iain from Buckie, John and Captain Bill had arrived quite a bit earlier, and had left their bikes in the huge empty space that would be our Grampian Classic MCC stand for the weekend. Andrew and I checked in at the desk with Paula and carted all the gear, plus Andrew's very, very nice little MV in to the hall. It took a good couple of hours to hang the banners - one is 6m long, wow, wow WOW! Mind you, good job Kawa was there with his welding wire and pliers, 'cos he was able to knock up a few sturdy hooks for banner-hanging. My wire was too 'girly' I think. With the job done to our satisfaction, we were last out at 9pm and rather peckish. Being from Hillbilly Country, we let Kawa lead us to what passed for a fish & chip shop somewhere near our hotel, where we scoffed hot steaming soggy chips, a-standing on the pavement in the freezing cold. The only entertainment was when I threw a gallon of vinegar all over my jumper.

With comprehensive directions from Kawa, Andrew and I set off to find the hotel where Iain from Buckie, John and Captain Bill were waiting for us. We must have taken the long route, or maybe the wrong route, and didn't get there until 10.30pm, but two thirds of the trio were still in the bar, tsk tsk boys. Still, a confession from them that they'd accidentally gone to the wrong hotel, had us in fits. I was slightly perturbed to find this on the sink in my room. My supposedly clean and freshly serviced room. I left it there and it was still there when I checked out on Sunday morning.

So in the morning, we bundled into Andrew's car and toddled off to the show - can't show you the pic I took of the three squashed in the back seat cos someone made a rude gesture! I think the guys were secretly impressed with the stand. I don't actually know, because no one really said either way, but I liked it, and so did many people who stopped to chat.
There were the usual modern bikes on show, clothing, helmets and all the gear. I always feel slightly sorry for the guys (mostly guys) you see sitting on these 'several thousand pound sports bikes', it's all a bit of a dream for most people. Especially on the likes of the Ducati and MV stands. The MV guy proudly informed us that he was offering special show prices, something along the lines of £14,000... Cheap at the price! The Classic Hall had all kinds of stands - British, Jap and Italian bikes on show, owners clubs, riders clubs, builders and restorers, polishers and rusty buckets (that was my bike), racers too. I can't tell you about them though 'cos I've got to write about them for Old Bike Mart.

So enjoy the few quirky pictures I've got here, and the video of the Wall of Death when I get it stitched together, and thanks for all the nice comments about the stand and our efforts to promote the club.

HOW COULD I FORGET?? The great Tommy Robb gave Terry a full inspection, and GBC received a peck on the cheek for allowing him this photo-opportunity. I haven't washed that side of my face yet, and I don't think I'm going to. Ever.