Over the years, and the rallies we have become friendly with Al who owns the Schwarma business and when he saw me standing in the queue he came out and called me around to the back, he served me there so that I wouldn't have to wait in the queue! How cool is that, good old Al. We'll see him at more rallies and eat many more Schwarmas.
If there is nothing much going on during the morning I will go for a bit of a ride in the area, but the weather put a stop to that one and after a cold beer or two I wandered over to Dalton's for a lunch. He was busy pouring shooters into his customer's mouths and I had to go through that ordeal before I could order my meal.
There was no way that 8,000 people could fit into the marquee and the crowd spilled out on all sides, a vibrant happy bunch of bikers all having a jol.
This exhuberant fellow revved his engine until the tailpipe and the header pipes were red hot! I don't understand it, I wouldn't do it myself but it is part of a rally and they wouldn't be the same without the noise of bikes revving to the limit.
We eventually got back to our tents at about eleven, but I might as well have stayed up because there was far too much still going on, people laughing and talking, bikes revving and general partying. I did manage to doze a bit during the night but unfortunately my mattress is narrower than my shoulders so if I slept on my back and started snoring, my arms would fall off...........the mattress I mean. That does tend to wake one up!