the small club run shows left. When I first got into this hobby in the mid 70's you could spend every
weekend during the season attending a show and the majority were small club shows.
Every city/town had there own hot rod/american car club, and this was reflected in the amount of shows.
Some were good, some were bad but a good time was had at all of them and many new friends made.
Nowadays there are only a few left and this shows in the demise of the smaller shows.
The Yancs club is one that has survived and with this, the 13 th year for this show it was not unlucky for
them with a good attendance of weekend attendee's and Sunday only visitors.
So if possible try and make the effort to attend and support them as without the weekenders they will
disappear for good and that is not a good thing for this hobby.
Bridlington and then to Sewerby which is a couple of miles further on.
It was strange getting into the site as you have to enter through a car
park and then along a cliff top walkway but we made it into the site.
Dean (Hemiguy) had arrived not long after me, after a 6 1/2 hour
drive (Top effort mate) and came with me to register. Then back to
camp and try to cool down as it was HOT real hot.(Cold beers all
round then)
A laid back evening ensued with a walk down to the local pub and then
back to camp to continue the night, or so we thought.
The sea mist had began to creep in and made for an eerie walk back.
( reminded me of the film "The Fog " ). It seemed the combination of
the heat and sea air had knackered everybody out as it was quiet and
so after a quick drink and bite to eat I hit the sack ready for tomorrow.
was one happy chappie but who
wouldn't be with a 5:7 litre Hemi
quad cab to play with....
kids have a lie in) so up I got , looking out the window I could just about see the field it seemed the mist
from last night had decided to hang around for a while. Never mind it would dissipate sometime soon...not
bloody likely it stayed a around most of the day but didn't stop the fun.
It was decided to walk into Bridlington along the beach (approx 2 miles) so off we went.. what those who
had been before neglected to inform me was that you had to walk down 92 steps, across a seaweed/rock
bed and then onto the sand...cheers lad's. But the powers that be move in mysterious way's and revenge
was sweet ( have you dried out yet Deej).
DJ and Hemiguy negotiate the
sea weed but someone
eventually fell foul of it eh
Deej...
stayed with us until mid afternoon
but it was still warm....
by the harbour. The local population of seagulls have the art of scavenging down to a fine art and you
have to be careful as they are not shy and will gladly nick food from your plate and when Rednecks other
half Andrea put her tray down for a second, it happened a veteran gull came down and nicked her fish,
cheeky barsteward it was came back again for the bit it missed.
After we all we were fed time a bit of liquid to clear the taste buds and a local hostillery was found and the
sun came out at last.
and woman can't help but resist them and so we
ended up shopping. Now don't get me wrong a bit of
retail therapy is good for you but why do women
look in shop's that sell exactly the same things for
half an hour and still not buy anything ( answers
please on a postcard to..... Understanding Women,
No Chance Lane. It's a Female Thing. WTF 21 0PO)
Anyway shopping done it was time to head back,
via the coastal walkway.. once on the promenade
there is a small tram that runs back to the entrance
to the campsite sorted. While the others walked
back Lisa myself and the kids got the tram back and
very pleasant it was too.
A cruise had been planned for the evening and
when the local police deemed the roads had
quietened down enough we set off for the cruise
through Bridlington complete with police escort.
(Hemiguy),DJ, Englishedsel, Jeff, Alan, and
Jack..god help us if we ever went to war
again...
through Bridlington town centre.....
cars on the cruise
into the town centre and back round on a loop.
it caused quite a sir but mind you with over 80
cars it should... the local police controlled
junctions to allow it to keep fairly tight but with
people pressing the crosing light to stop the
flow some gaps appeared but all went well and
the line stayed together..
With the cruise heading back along the
walkway you could see the amount of vehicles
in total just short of a mile of cars.......
heading back..
nights party....but not before the melons came out.. the week leading up to the
show saw some feverish activity in making alcho-melons. DJ and Jonboy had
made some good ones and judging by the little taste I had they were lethal and
could be the cause of a few bad heads tomorrow.
evening allows you to see the cars in a
more natural setting than the lines of a
show field....
after row of showfield cars....
names glad to see this Pop
carrying on the tradition
great to meet up with some of the Lone Wolves custom club whom I
hadn't seen for a good few years. Again the time ticked away and
the hour came to head back....
in style .....
