
Let me tell you boys this is the strangest rideout Ive ever been on ! You wont get the whole truth,because most of the members present are to afraid to talk about it.
I arrived at the Arno about 11am ,and it was fairly obvious by the smell of Strawberry 2 Stroke oil it was goin be a,-well-funny sort of rideout. Jim was there on Lacarno Night,showing off as usual by urinating into the dock from the Cafe entrance,after 6 coffees each and a bag of pork scratchings,we departed via park street. Bugger me ! we hadn't gone 2 miles when Jim remembered he'd booked a Pink rinse in "Cut n Curl " in Whiteladies road.
An hour later. ( Although I ave to admit his hair looked nice.) We lacquered
his helmet back on and departed at breakneckpace along the Ashton by pass. Now my Scoot is not slow,but let me say,6 Lambrettas passed me like I was a pothole, I thought OK boys if you want a burn-up Im yer man,talk about speed, by the time we'd reached Nailsea, the speedo Id bought from Bernie had melted. ( Bernie, Clive said you always give a years warranty ? ) It cost me 12 quid.
Anyway everyone eventually slowed down due to a Police radar trap,and only 4 of us got caught,3 for speeding,and 1 for exposing himself.
We entered Clevedon high street though in true BMSC style,Jim leading ,knawing a piece of Drizzle cake, and the rest of us shouting abuse and blowing the airhorns. Anyway we parked up by the bandstand to let the locals know they were in the presence of TV personalities ,and 2 bike families. ( Jims idea. ) Well within 10 minutes we were fighting at least 60 Hells Angels from Abertillery on the Prom,5 of lads ended up in hospital,but weve got 4 Harley badges and a twin exhaust for sale on e bay this week. We decided to follow Jim out of Clevedon as he knows all the good pubs,and Christ we were riding through the Town Centre,when this young bird and an old git dressed in a dodgy striped jacket driving an escort convertable shouted out something about wanting to join us,so I let him ave it with the twin exhaust right between the legs,he shouted something about tablets,but I knew Jim had over a 100 blues on him so I told the bloke to sod off. Well of course being an Escort 1600 it was no match for our scoots,we eventually lost em thank God in Gordano,rode to a pub called the Black Pig or something like that. It transpired that Jim was an Ex Alkie and the smell of some rough was just to much for him,he downed 6 pints before I got served and crashed on the way home. The Rest is History !

HONEST !
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