Calling BSH Readers & Rally/Chop Fans

I don't want to go in case I find it enjoyable or amusing.

 

They're not *all* like that. Things - and people - vary a lot from one
rally to another. When I first started going to rallies there were a lot
of matt-black GS chops; over the years I saw increasing numbers of sports
bikes - power-rangers, even - and all sorts of others.

I didn't quite fit into that image - I've never owned a denim jacket in my
life, and nary a fringe has ever adorned my garments - but I didn't feel
particularly out of place at rallies.

Those are the main reasons I quit attending rallies - along with the
British weather. The sanitation did improve markedly over the years.

 

The Older Gentleman yik-yakked:

A tent? Flash bastard. I aspire to a tent.

( OK, when I say tent, obv I mean a min of a 4 star gaff, def with own
indoor pool, etc . )

I used to race pro-jet skis in, god, the mid-1800's and we always
stayed at top gaffs ( sponsored by a brewery, I kid you not!! ) .
Except once, when we had no option but to do the tent thing because of
location.

Not for me. Still, I fondly remember the thrill of a teammate who had
the brilliance to bring a travel pack of baby wipes for, erm, ablutions.

And why does that remind me of a *great* post made here sometime back
re, I think, Le Mans and someone building a tent around an "acquired"
portaloo?

*Genius*.

 

Hmmm... I seem to recall that you wimped out, about three years ago,
after specifically saying that you'd come along.

 

That was me. It was Team Fuckwit at the Bol, and it was, indeed, genius.

 

The Older Gentleman yik-yakked:

All hail you , then. *Totally* inspired.

 

oh I don't know, ask Ogden.

 

Erm, I didn't nick the Portaloo. I just availed myself of its
facilities ;-) And chatted with the guys who had, and watched as the
cleaning crew approached the line of Portaloos they'd moved it from.

Oh, all right then.

It was hysterical. You could see them looking at the line of four
khazis, where previously there had been five, and gesticulating to each
other. Then they called the police.

The gendarmes turned up, and the cleaning crew explained that somebody
had stolen one of their khazis. You could see scepticism on the
gendarmes' faces, and then belief. And they started wandering around the
campsite, peering behind trees, looking for the missing bog.

Meanwhile the British contingent, all of whom knew exactly where the
Portaloo was, was sitting there, poker-faced, *desperately* trying not
to wet themselves with suppressed hysteria.

Come the end of the Bol, and they pulled down the tent, packed, and
departed leaving the khazi now as visible as a statue on a billiard
table, sitting on its own, barely fifty yards from where they'd taken
it.

 

*waves*

depending on the rally of course. One of my favs is the NABD rally
which is normally May in cheshire.

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dying my arse. crippled maybe but dying no.

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Hitting a car head-on at serious speed, leaving a body imprint on the
car's windscreen while tearing out the cars' prop shaft from the engine
before landing in a field where someone found me apparently not
breathing is too fucking close for me thank you very much

--
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Toxic Shock Syndrome Gets More Girls Than Me

 

Veggie Dave says...

I've died twice before, it's great.

 

Mark Olson says...

Lozzuscitation

 

Bear says...

It goes all white, not like there's a bright light, just white.
Everything happens at the same pace, just calmly, quietly and very
clearly. Voices are heard like they are being heard by someone else, and
there's a total lack of urgency in your body. Then you know the pads are
on your chest, but you don't actually feel them there, suddenly your
whole body feels like you've been hit by a truck and everything becomes
seriously frantic, ruining the peace you'd been enjoying from the pain.

 

Nope, absolutely nothing at all

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You big girl's blouse. Ginge did that, and he had to be prevented from
getting up and going back into the bar.

 

the cont known as Bear says...

<other side of near death>

when the paddles are used, the smell is fucking awful

 

Shit Creek?

 

Bear says...

Pretty much the same for me.

I didn't black out as such, I slipped away slowly but kept an inner
feeling of conciousness.

I didn't find it at all funny, I was totally devoid of emotion, except
perhaps a feeling of euphoria when the pain suddenly just went
altogether. I remember thinking "Oh, I think I've died" and inwardly
almost rejoicing in the pain relief.

I was technically out, but curiously knew precisely what was happening,
almost like I was observing it happening to another person. I could
still hear what was going on, but it happened in such a clinical
straightforward way that nothing fazed me about the whole time I was
away from life. If someone had told me at that point that I was dead,
I'd have replied "Ok, thanks for telling me"

Like I said earlier, it felt like I'd been hit by a truck when the
charge went through me. That was on top of the pain that I was feeling
from the heart attack that suddenly reappeared when normal functions
kicked back into play. The attack gave me severe pain throughout my
chest and gave me a feeling of numbness all over the rest of my body.
The defibb made me ache right through every single fibre of my being.
Even my teeth and hair hurt like ****. I also had a feeling that I'd
either take another heart attack or die once more, rather than be
defibbed again. As my luck would have it, I had to be defibbed again
when I was unconcious after my second heart attack the next year. I woke
from that and just knew immediately exactly what had happened. The inner
pain that time was even more intense.

 

Bear says...