SUNDAY AT THE SEASIDE
By Pop's
Day started a bit overcast and we did think it would rain but it held off. Met at the Howfeener bout 10.30 ish and then found out that Joebuck was sitting on his scooter at the Mercury. (I think he was waiting for the crinkleys to turn up). Graham kindly offered to go grab him by the ears and fetch him to the Howfener.
It was very kind of Sue (the landlady) to offer us all cup's of fresh brewed coffee and said if we are going to meet up for a ride let her know in advance and she will make us all Bacon butties, hows that for service eh guys.
In attendance were:
Graham.
Gary.
Kev.
Joe Buck.
Paddy.
Joel.
Shawneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Billy Bunnions.
Mrs Bunnions.
Ian.
And mi sen.
We met up with Alf and Janice In Blackpool, who had been with the Lammie Owners Club
Anyway, helmets on gloves on and kick em up we were off with Graham at the helm along the dreaded A6 at Blackrod and onto Chorley. Around roundabout town and onto Bamber and then headed for Preston.
We then came across a whole tribe of scooter reprobates at a very large roundabout and after a short while we were off again, through Preston and onto Blackpool (did you know they have a big iron tower there).
Eventually with no mishaps, breakdowns, punctures or seize ups we arrived at the Start point for the ride into Blackpool. There were quite a number present, not sure how many and the burger bar was very busy. There were a few stalls selling the same stuff you find at most meets, T shirts, badges, spare parts, and a couple of very nice lambos, but no one had a 6v 5w bulb for me………
ah well.
Before long the marshals, and there were loads with their bright green hi vis vests on stated to get things together for the ride into Blackpool. We and quite a few others decided not to do the ride but make our way into Blackpool direct.
This was in no way a slur on the ride organisers, but we heard that the ride would be about another 20 miles or so.
So setting off we made our way into the town centre in glorious sunshine and all the day trippers looking on taking photos and pointing like they do. It made me chuckle once or twice thinking “here they are, by the seaside taking in the brisk sea air…yeh right, more like lungs full of sweet two stroke fumes.. 
On arriving at the South Pier those at the front of the posse drove onto a large almost deserted car park only to be moved a couple of yards beyond a white line, “cant park here mate it belongs to the pier,” Cheeky sods.

club members at St Annes
So a burger and chips later and a natter we decided to have a ride into St Anne’s where it was a bit quieter, It was Billy’s idea, I think he might be sizing the joint up for retirement
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It was very pleasant apart from just one thing…………that bloody drum band, talk about chinese water torture . After an ice cream or two and waiting for the Red Arrows which we heard but didn’t see,,,,,, but we did see the Lancaster Bomber and I think a Spitfire and a Hurricane, and some kites it was time to get going.
Oh on a side note Alf managed to chat to an old couple for about half an hour at which the old guy kept slowly walking away and looking a bit stressed out, I think his missus nodded off stood up.
Anyway, back to this epic, we donned our lids, pulled our gloves on and set off for home.It was pretty much an uneventful ride back but pleasant in the sunshine but with threatening grey clouds and just hoping that we made it home without getting wet.
Well what can I say, another crackin ride, good weather, good company, and the Red Arrows to boot.
So there you have it,
Pops.
Oh and UTD won 3-1 .