We ended up at farming yesteryear at Scone Palace, not in the Palace obviously but in the grounds, a nostalgic weekend of a few thousand people living and recreating the past. I wondered why we all try to live in the past, what is it that makes us hang onto days gone by. For myself I think that I haven't actually moved into the future which may sound strange for someone who has worked in an industry at the forefront of technology for most of my life. By that I mean although I've kept up with technology all of my working life with regard to telecoms and computing I haven't wanted to keep up with the latest tech with regards to Vehicles, in fact I like to think of the good old days when we used to take off after work on Friday and pitch a tent in a fields with other motorcyclists and drink copious amounts of beer, sleeping soundly until the next morning to start again and then on Sunday ride home feeling hungover but happy and invariably poorer.
The good old days when you could get 5 pints for a pound, a fish supper didn't require a mortgage and a hotel for under £20 a night. The good old days when insurance was cheap and you could afford to buy a house and cyclists were just people too poor to afford a motorbike rather than the entitled arseholes they have become.
The reality is though most of us have never been better off, most of us have realised 12 pints isn't good for your body or your mind. I think society in the UK has moved on in the over 200 years since the industrial revolution and wages have moved upwards which is why everybody from Africa wants to come here and why as an island we are sinking due to the massive increase in population. Politicians have always been arseholes, most of them on the take or with a sordid background in their cupboard. We forget though and think about yesteryear as a happy place where everything was nice and happy and affordable which was not the case.
So I am a realist, modern cars and bikes are in the main more reliable, in reality everything is cheaper than it ever was (apart from housing) Politicians are still thieving conniving scumbags but when I ride an old bike, go to an old bike meeting or even farming yesteryear I wallow in the nostalgia and only think about the good old days, like taking some magic potion, I'm 17 again and look at life through rose tinted classes, whats not to like!
Enjoy the photos and keep on keeping on!
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| Grahams nice transcon (That we went to Italy to get spares for!) |
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| Roddy's Foden |
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| Roddy looking pleased |
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| A bit damp on the Sunday |
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| My first car! |
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| Some effort went into this |
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| Old cars in front of the big hoose |
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| Plenty tractors |
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| Steve's A10 |
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| Dougie broke out the scooter |
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| The Wormit lads showed up! |
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