The Trip Out is a ride and camp bike show in the same vein as the Hayride and Born Free. Big on bikes and hanging out, small on schedules and rules.
Monday afternoon TC sent me a text:
"Trip out this weekend?"
"Could do, Sun?"
"Me and Tom are going Friday night and Saturday..."
"What are we talking about?"
"The trip out" hahaha, it's an event!!!
"I'm getting this now"
In spite of being in Ireland all week, having no tent or a ticket, etc. we figured it out and set off to Bedfordshire with minutes to spare.
The quality on diplay was amazing! For the most part these weren't trailer queens, most were built my amateurs in their garages.
Even this modern Evo is well done to a classic style.
Sumo's Panther, the "Test Mule" is for sale. That is definitely something worth bringing back to the States.
Ed (the dog) and Mark are usual suspects at bike shows and auto jumbles. Ed's not the most cooperative photographic subject.
You really can't beat the cheap and cheerful service! - Prospect Ed.
Tom(bo)'s a friend, but sometimes I think that he's a bad influence.
As The Black Tibetans kicked off at the Dice party, a mosh pit broke out. It's time to kick off the flip flops and hide behind your big friend.
Burlesque broke out as well but low light and unsteady hands made for poor pictures.
Prerequisite big friend (TC) and Guy(?) discussin Tom's first trycycle.
Me and the W-W-N-W-W bike. I'm still not clear what W-W-N-W-W stands for but that may be the point.
A large contingent of VW bus owners were parked near the toilets. They seemed to weather the foot traffic all right. A very calm group, they are.
I was having a great time!
Dudes need other dudes.
Somehow I felt that this was OK to do..... Tom(bo) didn't remember taking this picture, or the other one, or any of them for that matter.
I on the other hand do remember taking this picture, but I thought it was a Triumph until I downloaded the photos..
Pretending to be Lemmy on day one was a mistake. Good night.
Saturday, September 8th
The next morning I had a fry up and 3-4 cups of coffee and set off to greet the morning sun. As I said before the quality of bikes, even daily riders was amazing.
I personally think that we may be in the midst of the greatest era in cutom motorcycling. I think that there are more vintage bikes on the road, and on average they're in better condition than ever before.
The object of every mans desire, the Knucklehead.
There's nothing better than a quality Sportster.
A caretaker mentality has developed where guys see their role as a restorer and improver before inevitable passing on of the bike to someone else.
"Bikes are like girlfriends, they're not really yours, it's just your turn."
I didn't take enough pictures of the rods at the show but like the bikes, it was hard to find fault. Even incomplete, the quality of the build is impressive.
It was hot though, not great for hangovers, or little white dogs.
New friends Tim and Scarlett (and some others) head off for a drive in Tim's lovely '32 Chevy.
Speaking of Chevy's, this step-side pulled in with a Flattie strapped down to the bed. What a perfect combo!
Sign painter Nico here dropped TC's bike yesterday and broke the shift lever. So it was immediately taken off and handed over to the Widows for a bolt extractor and replacement toe peg/bolt.
We admired some more bikes while we waited, Indians...
And we refreshed ourselves in the most manly way possible. With slushies out of definitely not phallic plastic cups.
The Tiger Moth was the first of 2 fly overs on Saturday. The second was an Alpha Jet from the Red Arrows display team. Pretty cool for a bunch of bearded weirdos hanging out in a farmers field.
I would call this half-fixed, the pinch bolt was lost in hand off from one guy to the next, to the next. It's pretty cool how everyone jumps in to help but you can only do so much. However, a bolt and some safety wire will have do until TC gets home.