Musings from the Merse
Friday, May 22, 2009
The Marshalls are Comingg
WE escaped from Duns as the iron ring of the Jim Clark Rally was snapping shut around the beleaguered town.'No parking' cones or as they are calling it ,'No waiting' ones (Difference not explained*)have sprung up like mushrooms in even such obscure and rarely visited locations such as Gourlay's Wynd and The Clouds. Roaring from supercharged gas guzzling rally cars and fumes were sending up a haze around the Small House in Duns as we loaded up in record time and scuttled off to disappointed looks from the gang of marshalls and their posses sealing off side streets as we passed by Even as roared past the Gavington turn off at nearly 28 mph the danger was not over as drivers and race officials streaked past us to lay ambushes and block off peaceful country lanes in our path. Fortunately the Greenlaw Earlston road was still open although a couple of C roads had been blocked by officious persons hiding behind their Bullet proof 'Road Closed' signs.
When I grow up I would love to be a JCR Marshall, with my looking-like a real driver- boiler suit, my silver star, aka official pass, my beer belly and a Road Closed sign to put anywhere my fancy took me.
A75 just before Stranraer perhaps. But after I had escaped crap town on the ferry
(* In Ireland it is 'No Parking at All' and, fiercer still, 'No Parking At All, At All))
WE escaped from Duns as the iron ring of the Jim Clark Rally was snapping shut around the beleaguered town.'No parking' cones or as they are calling it ,'No waiting' ones (Difference not explained*)have sprung up like mushrooms in even such obscure and rarely visited locations such as Gourlay's Wynd and The Clouds. Roaring from supercharged gas guzzling rally cars and fumes were sending up a haze around the Small House in Duns as we loaded up in record time and scuttled off to disappointed looks from the gang of marshalls and their posses sealing off side streets as we passed by Even as roared past the Gavington turn off at nearly 28 mph the danger was not over as drivers and race officials streaked past us to lay ambushes and block off peaceful country lanes in our path. Fortunately the Greenlaw Earlston road was still open although a couple of C roads had been blocked by officious persons hiding behind their Bullet proof 'Road Closed' signs.
When I grow up I would love to be a JCR Marshall, with my looking-like a real driver- boiler suit, my silver star, aka official pass, my beer belly and a Road Closed sign to put anywhere my fancy took me.
A75 just before Stranraer perhaps. But after I had escaped crap town on the ferry
(* In Ireland it is 'No Parking at All' and, fiercer still, 'No Parking At All, At All))
Labels: . Duns, Jim Clark Rally, Stranraer
Comments:
Why not let the ones who are left have a competition to nominate
a. the most tackily decorated rally car
b. the worst dressed contestant/official
My entry would say "all of them"
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a. the most tackily decorated rally car
b. the worst dressed contestant/official
My entry would say "all of them"
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