... best bike on the Honda stand ...
don't know why Honda parked it behind the car though ...
It's evening time and we're on that long cold ride down the A1
to Peterborough Showground for the annual extravaganza that is
the BMF Show.
It's WIMA's 50th so there putting on a special stall and it all
hands to the pumps to help out.
It is of course very cold and very boring on the A1 on a bike, 20
miles or so from the site it all becomes too much and Lindsey and
I stop at a Little Thief for a feed and a warm.
Thus refreshed we continue on down, get onto the site easily
because we've got exhibitors passes and head to the camping place.
Where is everyone? We find one other WIMA who is equally lost. We
pitch tents and head to the clubhouse for some well deserved beer...
One big WIMA tent
Wow, it's hot and sunny (to start with anyway). A quick wander
about soon finds us the WIMA marquee and breakfast.
This last item was more hassle than expected. No shortage of
stall selling all sorts of stuff, but not eggs. Is an egg butty
too much to ask for breakfast?
The girls have a huge tent and have really gone to town on it.
Bikes everywhere, loads of posters and displays and a free coffee
area for WIMA's and potential members.
The day goes on, people come and go, I wander round stalls and
fail to buy anything.
About midday Lindsey and I decide to head for the clubhouse for
some lunch. It's shut! Don't these people want to make money?
Typical BMF'y kind of picture
Everyone seems impressed by the WIMA tent except some wanker
of a BMF marshal who insisted he be allowed to join on sexual
discrimination grounds. Most of the lads where away from the tent
at the time so instead of the smack in the mouth, which he so
richly deserved, he got a tongue lashing off Granny Sue - which I
suspect is far worse.
The girls won second prize for their stall which considering the
standard there is high praise indeed. The BMW owners club came
first, but they are sponsored by ... someone or other.
It's WIMA's 50th year so the booze came out
(Same as the 49th, 48th, 47th, 46th, etc)
By 5:30 the stalls have started to close, the WIMA tent is
closed and we're all banging on the clubhouse door demanding beer.
Jobsworth says they ain't open yet so we all go to the beer stall
round the corner, get some pints and sit outside patiently.
Eventually the doors are opened and the eating and drinking
really gets under way.
Day two of the BMF Show. Traditionally this is the public day
but this year it's been open to the public all weekend. However
as many people will only ride on a Sunday we knew this was liable
to be a busy day.
By early afternoon we where getting bored of the whole game so we
started to pack and head for home.
The ride back was largely cold, wet and miserable, the boredom
only alleviated by the odd detour and traffic jamb.
So that's another BMF over. To be honest it's starting to get a bit silly; too many people, too few egg butties, too many bargains to chose from and an exhibiters club house that is running ridiculous hours.