For those of us of a certain age thinking back 30 years to 1986 can bring back interesting
memories. For me I would have been in my early 20's and I was running a much used,
abused, modified and oft broken CB400N Super dream. At the time probably in a shade
of British racing green with straight bars and rearsets as I recall throwing it down
the E16 in Belgium the year before and this was one of its reincarnations following
At around the same time I brought myself a new tent, a fab green ride tent, officially
for 3 people but always just right for a Bosun.
But what in the name of all things painted green has this to do with the Rejects
Brotherhood Drink Drop and Doss Rally. Well it is the 30th of these fine rallies,
known affectionately as the biggest little rally in Kent and the rally in the valley.
Now sadly the super dream is no longer with us and can see no record of XPG 626
Y on the DVLA Database being taxed since 1990 but I have still been using the same
tent at rallies for some years, albeit much repaired and patched up and so on a Friday
which can best be described as moist I loaded up and headed to deepest Kent.
Arriving on site the Rejects were doing sterling work at ensuring a safe and unslippy
access. I was also told that I was unusual in not complaining about the weather,
and it has to be said I was wetter than an otters pocket, but if we wanted dry we
wouldn't ride motorcycles would we.
It didn't take too long to put my tent up and within moments saw it become a paddling
pool oh dear. So I headed too the sanctuary of the bar, whereupon I soon found solace
in a pint and raised a glass to the possible demise of my poor nylon and metal accommodation.
Meeting lots of folk who I have bumped into this year, both new and old, and many
from the continent, Dover is only a short hop away, many though were still a little
worse for wear from a Thursday night. Being the 30th rally there were many who decided
to bring their own interpretation of the 1980's Margaret Thatcher next to Freddy
Mercury was definitely surreal. When the dampness let off outside became alive with
fire jugglers and a great party atmosphere I had a brilliant evening. with a AC/DC
tribute band to round off the night.
In the morning and still damp it was obvious that my fears were true and my poor
tent was now way past any rescue as I could see daylight from my bed. Oh dear. I
wasn't the only one though, but still the magic of this perfect rally kept everyone
in a great mood, with a great afternoon of acoustic music and a bike show with some
cool classic chops.
Sadly unable to stay I headed home, plans are already underway for the 31st on 14
to 17 September