Truth to tell I was a confused as you as to what a "Wash and Go Run"
might be. Several options crossed my mind but where discounted on the grounds
that Ash, the Darlington MAG rep, is a raging pervert of the worst order and my
imagination is not sordid enough to keep up with Ash's everyday reality. As it
turned out the latest medication is working quite well and the "Wash and Go"
is a perfectly normal charity bash to take toiletries to the The Friarage
Hospital at Northallerton.
The reason been that the various monies
available to the hospital don't cover toiletries. Ludicrous I know, it's the
sort of behaviour you would normally expect under a Cuntservative Government.
Perhaps the influence of Blairs bunch will take a while to filter up here.
Anyway back to the story. the run set off from the Black Swan pub at 1:00.
Only it did. Not what I expected. Gary and me got down there by about ten past
and the buggers had gone!
Still there's only one route to Northallerton so
we set off to catch up. Once out of town we where able to "make progress",
at 60mph observing all traffic regulations and not riding like twats. So if you
thought a drop dead gorgeous purple RF900 came barrelling past you at an unholy
rate of knots you where mistaken. OK?
A couple of miles out of town we caught up with the rest of the run. I
blatted up ahead to take some pictures then rejoined the run into Northallerton.
We all parked up outside the town to await the police escort through the town
centre and on to the hospital.
This was a chance to see who had turned up.
Quite a lot as it turned out with all sorts of tackle from trikes to rats,
125's (without "L" plates, well done Steve) to Plastic Fantastics.
Ash, who had had his bike had been nicked by some scumbag day's previously, was
on a very tasty blue TRX850 loaned to him by White Brothers Motorcyles of
Darlington (thanks lads). I don't think he had a chance to appreciate it though
cos he had a pillion - still perhaps Whites planned it that way.
Our escort appeared and the convoy was on it's way. The town centre was
packed and I didn't see a single pissed off face which makes a nice change. Kids
waved, we waved back and young fillies in short skirts caused near collisions,
all the usual.
The Hospital was well chuffed to receive the donations,
local press hacks stayed sober long enough to point cameras and write reports
and we all received coffee and tea from the hospital staff. Aint it nice when a
plan comes together.
Afterwards some went home but most went on an extended run via Richmond to Eppelby for a rally organised by the Wibbly Wobbly people. Andy Bell, Gary and myself did not hare off from the rest of the run, nor did we ride like prats and Gary was not in such marginal control that he almost managed to "T" bone Andy B at least twice.
