Rallies

Following on from Dave Richmond's account of his 1977 Elefant travails, this week Jean-Francois Helias filled in the details of what went off at the Nürburgring that year to cause the event to move to a new home.

We are less certain of the actual location of the rallies on Hans Veenendaal's Rally Listing. Our mapping is based on a very rough approximation from Google, based on postcode and given address. It is always necessary to get the true position directly from the rally organisers; otherwise you could ride hundreds of miles and then be wandering in circles for hours.
Even before you reach the beer tent.

Club Badges

More Club Badges from Francois this week. Total moved up by 57 to 1555.

We know that some of the national and one make clubs still flourish, but many of the local clubs are a mystery to us. A shame if all that enthusiasm has evaporated into the ether.

Skype Night

Skype Night will continue on Wednesday, 24 April and I hope to join in the jokes and jollies via my mobile phone, if the local wi-fi is up to it where we are on holiday.

Embers

Today's Embers thirsty adventure will be recorded on our pages somewhat late. So will next week's that will take off on Thursday, 25 April from Lutterworth Sports Centre. That is, unless there is a mutiny among the crew to demand a different location. The website will not show any changes, so contact me directly in case there is a different meeting place.

A young lad went to a tailor shop in Scotland. He told the tailor, "I'd like ye to make me a kilt with this material here, and if ye don't mind, I'd like ye to make me a pair of matching underwear for it. I hear it gets a might drafty up them things."

A few days later, the tailor called the lad back to the shop. "Here's ye kilt, and here's ye matching underwear, and here's five yards of material left over. Take it home and keep it in case you want anything else made of it."

The lad rushed home and donned his kilt. He decided to run to his girlfriend's house to show off his new purchase. Unfortunately, in his excitement, he forgot to wear his underwear.

When his girlfriend answered the door, he pointed to his kilt and said, "Well, what'd ye think?"

"Ah, but that's a fine looking kilt," she exclaimed.

"Aye, and if ye like it, you'll really like what's underneath," he bragged as he lifted his kilt.

"Oh, but that's a dandy," his girlfriend shouted admiringly.

Still not realizing that he didn't have his underwear on, he exclaimed quite proudly, "Aye, and if ye like that, I've got five more yards of it at home!"