The thrill of the speed, as the landscape rushed by, was my personal high.
I loved going fast.
The bike should be able to go faster than this, even with two up. I think it needs some new plugs, and a tinker or two, maybe change the jet size, and yeah, there are a few things I can do, if I can get my hands on this bike. She purrs like a kitten, but I can make her roar like a lion. The idea of getting a chance to play with it had me telling Tank I can make it go quicker.
The road to the campsite was tricky; we followed single file. As we moved along the road, the sun played tricks with the trees, causing flickering lights in our eyes. I put my head on his back and held on with my hand, rubbing his thigh with the other. This time of day was never a good time to be riding in these conditions.
The gates arrived, and I looked over his shoulder, taking in the campsite. It was filled with tents and bikes; everywhere I looked, hundreds of them. I counted at least five different club logos, and I guess more would arrive by the time darkness set in.
“Off, sweetheart, got to get the bikes in close,” Tank said, and I understood. It would be a bit of a stretch to get them all parked up close, making room for as many bikes as you can; having me on the back was an unnecessary weight to move around. Not that I was huge, but each little bit counted when pushing a bike with your effort.
I climbed off and looked around.
“This way.” Sticks grabbed my arm and turned me around, pointing to a tent that Cricket had already started towards. She let go of my arm and headed to the tent. Inside was divided into four parts: a central area to sit and talk, and three regions curtained, inside the areas were our bedrolls.
Copying the girls, I headed to my bag and gear, then started unrolling the roll and making the room a home for the next two nights.
Tank told me we were staying tomorrow for some games. He said they often head out for an overnight and end up staying longer.
By the time I had everything set out in some order, the guys had entered the tent and looked around at what we had accomplished.
Prez called food first, and then some fun.
I had no clue about the fun part, having never been to something like this.
I was not a party person.
Each time I went to one, I ended up alone because my girlfriends found a hook-up for the night, or the guy I was dating found someone new to kiss and cuddle. Yeah, I managed to gain a boyfriend or two once my sister left for college. I would end up going home alone. But I don’t think Tank will leave me for another girl, not at this place, where I assumed everyone was already paired off. But then, who knows what other clubs have done? Did they pair off as we did, or bring spares?
Tank had his arm around my waist, keeping me close and guiding me to where four large burner hotplates were cooking food and a very long table with salads, chips, and offer treats
We got in line, Tank grabbed two solid paper plates, and I grabbed wooden knives and forks, and napkins. He grabbed the food, not bothering to ask what I needed. At the same time, I put the utensils in my inside jacket pocket and headed to the drinks section, where I bok two large paper cups, made us a coffee, and snagged two bottles of water putting them in my other outer pockets. Looked around to find some familiar faces and headed towards them.
I stood waiting for Tank, just in case he wanted to sit somewhere else. He nodded at me his head suggesting that he be closer to Sticks and the Prez, and I navigated my way over to where Sticks was digging into her meal, like she hadn’t eaten for days.
We sat on the ground, and Tank placed the meal on my lap and took a coffee from me, I put mine safely on the ground next to me, dug out our utensiles and handed one set to Tank, then put the two bottles of water between us, he smiled at the bottles of water, and waited to see if I had more to come out of my pocket, and to his surprise I gave him two sachets of tomato sauce. I noticed he liked the sauce and snagged a few packets from our stop.
“Thanks.” He said as he took them and squirted sauce onto his chips, a smile on his lips.
We ate quietly at first, watching our club members getting set up in our area and moving to get food. By now, the sun was gone, but it was still light enough to see. Maybe another half hour, and the light would be gone completely. Others moved to sit close to us, but not beside us; it was like we had a circle around us, almost like a protective barrier or something else I couldn’t place.
The food was better than I had expected, considering the volume that was being cooked, still hot and tasty. I gulped down the too-strong coffee and washed it down with water, wishing! hadn’t had the coffee. I will add hot water next time to dilute the strength. I might be a coffee drinker, but not when it was almost treacle. Guess when you have such a huge urn of coffee, it’s harder to keep it nice.
“Want to walk around? I can show you where the ablution block was, before the games begin?” Tank stood up and offered me his hand. I picked up the rubbish and took his hand. He pulled me up with ease, firm but gentle, not pulling my arm out of its socket.
We walked to a large open bin and threw in the rubbish before we walked towards one of the few brick buildings in the area. It didn’t take much to know that each brick building was an ablution block, two for men, three for women. An area with a small maze, made from hessian material, just over waist-high, was for the men if they wanted to pee, with running water, dribbling down the hessian and into a small gully to keep the area clean. I didn’t enter it, but guessed what it was, just by seeing men enter, stand, and leave.
Tank confirmed it when he let go of my hand.
“I need to pee.” and walked into the maze, the wall coming to his hips, being taller than the average man around here, but still enough to cover what he was doing.
I didn’t feel the need, so I waited for Tank and looked around the place, as he did his business.
Tank placed his hand around my waist and started to walk. I had no choice but to walk with him.
“Are all those here couples?” I asked the burning question.
“Four of the clubs bring couples, but I know not all do; some bring along their flavor of the month, plus spares. This is my first time here. As part of a couple’s weekend, I was here on a singles weekend, hence knowing where everything was.” Tank was leading me to where a group was cheering.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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