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editor’S edict... As age and infirmity creep up on me, (well, it seems to have fallen on me from a vast height, but I’ve just denied the inevitable) I have found the prospect of camping to be a painful thought. I’ve always put off doing anything other than riding my bike to an event, setting up a tent, and enjoying myself. But the struggle of putting my erection up in a field and then taking it down again on a Sunday is real. It’s not the actual camping, or the riding, that I struggle with. It’s that damn tent. My legs and back are just not up to all the bending over and the crawling around hammering in tent pegs. Long gone are the days of sleeping next to the bike with just a tarpaulin for cover. (Thinking about it, that’s probably one of the reasons I’m so knackered now). I know many rally goers are in the same situation as 6 Open House Issue 100
myself, and I’ve been looking around for possible alternatives. The problem is, I love riding my bike. With the adaptions that have been made to my baby, (courtesy of the National Association for Bikers with a Disability of course) I am still able to ride, but for how long no-one can say. So, I am reticent to stop riding to events as that is part of the whole weekend for me. There are some options, such as renting a tent that’s put up for me at a rally (such as Carry Nowt Camping) whose services I have used and solves
