RUST magazine: Rust#2

Ed itorial
STUBBLE
TROUBLE
By SI MELBER, photo: selfie
“Making hay whilst the sun shines...
IT WAS ONE of those days when the sun seemed determined to hang around
and see what was occurring, like an over-excited child on Christmas eve. Four
friends from four different parts of the country armed with four distinctive dirt
bikes (from four different decades), came together to celebrate the annual
end-of-summer stubble-thrash. It began - as all stubble thrashes do - with tea
’n’ biscuits and excited conversation around a big kitchen table. And it ended
with the traditional curry, lager and mother of all hangovers. In between there
was plenty of laughter, thrashing of motorcycles, crunching of gears, taking of
photos, taking of mickey, the odd crash and burn, and a bit of sunburn thrown
in for good measure. This was a classic year.
Much like the riders involved, the bikes they rode were for the most
part a motley collection of untried and un-tested, mis-shapen has-beens,
rescued from the knackers’ yard for one brief moment in the sun. Dusty,
Rusty, Crusty and Musty… and the bikes weren’t much better either.
Three ancient two-strokes were joined on this occasion by one scorching
new state-of-the-art thumper.