Ulysses Club rally - Tarnagulla

Hi there,
            last weekend I went to the Ulysses club organized Golden Dragon Rally held at the Tarnagulla Recreation Ground.  With Friday being a public holiday due to Saturdays AFL grand final (Our labor premier sucking up to his union mates by giving them a day off in order to 'attend the AFL grand final parade').  I would be surprised if ANY union members attended the parade, electing instead to watch it on TV while they sink Copious amounts of alcoholic beverages around the BBQ.

Anyways, Friday was a day off so we could get a head start on the weekend.  The gates opened at 9am, but I didn't get there until around 4pm., selecting a campsite just inside the rail of the footy ground right next to someone I later found out was a Collingwood fan.

This was my mistake

The problem with Collingwood being in the grand final is their supporters.  In the case of a loss, Collingwood supporters will commiserate with each other, drink heavily, get loud and then be a pain in the arse to everyone.  On the other hand, if Collingwood wins, the supporters will celebrate, drink heavily, get loud and become a pain in the arse to everyone.  Either way, the vast majority of the rally attendees lose out.

Thankfully My local Collingwood supporter (who was only set up 10' away from me)  Got pissed on Saturday morning (an early start) and made a pain in the arse of himself and then cracked the shits when the president of the local Ulysses chapter had a few words with him about his behavior towards some of the women there.  This led to him packing up his stuff and moving to the opposite side of the recreation ground.  I felt I dodged a bit of a bullet there.

As far as rallies go it was unlike the rallies I have attended in the past.  At this particular rally, they had CARAVANS!  Who the hell takes a Caravan to a motorcycle rally.  For that matter, who brings a trike that is powered not by a motorcycle engine, but by a ford focus or a Peugeot engine and gearbox? The answer is 50+year old members of Ulysses club.  What's more, some people in the caravans brought their dogs along as well.  MADNESS I tell you.  Then when some people started letting off fireworks (an activity more befitting a motorcycle rally in my book anyway) one particularly brainless dog (a white samoyed) went mad. pulled away from its mistress tore off into the bush dragging its lead behind it.

The next morning (Sunday morning), the dog still had not returned and its owner was beside herself with grief.  Too much Drama.

Somehow I can't see myself going to any more rallies put on by the Ulysses club.  I just don't fit in, I would never own a trike that was powered by a car engine, and I will NEVER own a caravan.