Poole. 16th June 2001

Main Objective
Seek out website members on South Coast to ensure no infiltration by S club 7. 

Secondary Objective
Establish whereabouts of the previously unsited operative known by code name Carwyn (lucky to his close friends) :lol

 Primary Rendezvous,  Bakers Arms 1230 hrs, Lychet Minster Nr. Poole Dorset,  June 16th

 Secondary Rendezvous, Poole Quay, Nr. Oyster Bar 1530 hrs, June 16th..

 Mission Leader  Codename,  Joker Too and Glamorous assistant Tina , Special Equipment Yamaha VMX 1200 Vmax,
identifying marks, Unique Purple Paint Job and Wheels, Twin Head light and slash cut exhausts, fitted with two way
spy in the sky radio system and Top secret (Eyes only) sophisticated navigation aid (Tina).

Field Agents
Codename Bluemax, 2nd in command, special equipment Yamaha VMX 1200 Vmax,  Blue with Black Wheels
Codename Vmaxjon, scribe, special equipment, bic biro, overactive imagination, Yamaha VMX 1200, Black, long range
fuel tanks fitted
Codename Smokin Paul B, on secondment special equipment  Suzuki Bandit 1200, incendiary expert.
Codename Dave M, on secondment, special equipment  Suzuki GSXR 600, wet work specialist.

 0730 JUNE 16th Mission is go

 0820 Hours Agents Bluemax, Smokin Paul B and Vmaxjon, assemble on Waterman Car Park in Hatton Nr. Warwick.
a local rendezvous point well known by bikers, agents blend in perfectly. (Weather, sky overcast, roads dry)

 0821 hours Agents leave for group assembly point, no suspicion aroused or tails spotted  2nd in command. Bluemax leads.

 0910 hours Group assembly point, Filling Station on the A429 Fosse way outskirts of Moreton in the Marsh, agents
Bluemax. Vmaxjon and Smokin Paul b arrive secure area, refuel and await imminent arrival of Mission Leader.

 0920 hours Mission leader and support crew arrives, heard to comment "they are here already", unfortunately no sign
of special agent Dave M, 

 0923 hours Mission leader refuels, moment of concern when mission leaders oil light fails, confusion reigns until he
realises should have ignition switched on, adrenalin blamed for confusion,

 0925 hours Dave M, still no show, group meeting decides to proceed anyway.

 0928 hours Dave M appears with note from Mom about being late.

 0930 hours Group depart single file behind mission leader, Smokin Paul B and Dave M share rear guard duties for first
part of mission.

 1020 hours Group arrives Little Chef restaurant on A429 outskirts Melksham, 5 minutes behind schedule, uneasy silence as
 Group Leader and vmaxjon orders Americana's with Tea and Coffee respectively, rest of group settle for early starters
wishing to keep a clear head for rest of mission, Smokin Paul B it is noted consumes at least 5 Benson and Hedges in
preparation for his part of the mission.

 1100 hours group leaves Little Chef rendezvous in single file this time with 2nd in command Bluemax covering rear guard
checking for tails and signs of subversive agents. (weather sunny periods, roads dry), Group progresses relatively uneventfully
proceeds through the towns of Westbury, Warminster, and Shaftsbury. Group leader points out  man on horseback carved
into chalk of the grassy slope (could this be evidence of the secret s club 7 druids), suddenly with out warning we are plunged into
low clouds and our clothes turn damp with the mist, it briefly reminded the scribe of the mission in Yorkshire when the then
group leader said "that'll snot be fog,  that'll be t' sea frett lad'', low visibility and darkness descends accentuated by the
 low branches of the over hanging trees as we travel down towards Blandford Forum aka the point of no return.

 1200 hours  eventually the sea mist and low clouds disappears the day begins to brighten although the roads are still wet and
difficult, with the drivers in their cars giving unusual two fingered signs not wishing  to stand out from the cloud we tuck in our
 chins and respond in similar manner hoping to blend in smoothly with the local populace,

 1215 hours Suddenly we approach the final roundabout,  the first rendezvous point in Lychett Minster, our throats and lips dry
with anticipation , Bakers Arms, the car park, we notice a group of similar vehicles discreetly parked under the trees, we nervously
 look around for signs of that little white S club 7 badge,  assuring ourselves we are in safe company we ease our vehicles in a
 protective circle neatly, we hope that the locals will not give us a second glance, some hope.

 1230 hours  Group leader approaches to the barn door of the Bakers arms suspicious of what lay ahead, to be met by a unnaturally
thin man (for his time of life) claiming to be Dave F, he proceeded to show us his credentials (completely unnecessary in mixed
company I might add) and we smiled and let down our guard and was introduced to the assembled band, Dave F and his wife Karen,
the legendary famous stunt biker and engine blower carwyn (known as lucky locally :lol) and his gorgeous wife Keeley, the real reason
he is known as 'Lucky Carwyn'(it is to be noted we all made the sign of the cross and kissed a lucky rabbits foot before shaking carwyns
hand). The rest of the group Dave R, and Ian (the man now properly identified as atlantixuk) and his wife who for the life of me I can't
remembers name (please forgive the scribe at this late hour). Time passes quickly when you are backslapping, congratulating and thoroughly
 enjoying yourselves, the memory has faded but I do remember Carwyn showing me what looked like a second but sewed up bottom (a**sehole)
 above his Jeans very strange. It was then that we  found out that Carwyn had for no reason other, getting pis*ed the night before and not
 wishing to put the lovely Keeley at risk had come on four wheels, a moment of anxiety passed around the room, exchanged glances from the
special agents,  however all was well when he also produced a covering note from his mom.

 1430 hours approx,  group assembles outside for team photos' and finally (we thought then) saying our goodbyes to 'lucky carwyn' we prepared
 for the next part of our journey the visit to Poole Quay, we had donned our clothing when the unmistakable sound of another Vmax was heard
in the distance, anxiously pulling on our helmets and reaching for our keys, Dave F suddenly shouted "its Ok its John" (the man we have learned
 to respect as CMAX), once again a great deal of backslapping and congratulating took place and the assembled Vmax's dutifully inspected for
there various degrees of modification or not as the case may be..  At this point our group leader shared out the prizes originally destined for
the virgins, amongst the ladies in our presence, however it was asked to be noted that no enquiries were made as to the state of their womanhood
should we offend.. Finally with tales of meeting at future times we took out leave of the Bakers Arms leaving Lucky Carwyn and his good lady
Keeley behind merely a spec in the distance

1500 hours 7 Vmaxes and two Suzuki's toured around the Quay area of Poole much to the astonishment and entertainment of the visiting throngs,
after a lap and a victory lap we parked in line outside the Poole Quay Oyster bar, which as scribe I like to think was kept specially clear for our
impending visit. We were immediately swamped by interested onlookers, fortunately no evidence of s club 7 spies were apparent. We moved along
the quay with the throng to the public houses along the quayside, one of which had a real life Barbie doll convention and I must admit fellow
revellers the gravel rash has only just cleared up on the side of my tongue, until we reached a suitable establishment playing live rock music and
catering for the more discerning gentlemanly tastes we have recently acquired, the local team provided us with directions to a local victuallers
where a goodly portion of cod and chips could be had for the measly sum of £3.45 (Yes, that what I thought), of course it should be noted that
in the heat of the moment it was discussed that it was unlikely that the cod was caught locally because cod comes form the colder northern waters,
the Sun shone strongly the lager (shandy) flowed freely with no thoughts entering our minds of the apprehension we first feared when undertaking
this mission. To our immense surprise Lucky Carwyn and Keeley reappeared on a finely fettled Vmax with possibly the loudest exhausts I have ever
heard (unless you tell me different of course) and that completed this final part of our mission.

 16.30 hours After once again saying our good byes to our newly found friends and comrades promising faithfully to revisit soon, and hoping to 
meet again in September at the Cheddar venue we sadly took our leave and with a tear in our eyes we made our way towards home. However it was
 to our surprise that our group leader had laid on another final treat of the day a visit to Stonehenge, however it was noted on this occasion the
other ranks preferred to view this ancient monument from a distance and lay on the grass chatting, and of course Paul B smokin, while our leader
reconnoitred the area alone, finally we left the golden vales of southern England for home,  as they say in the Haynes manual Reassembly is the
 reverse of dissambley, (except I am sure we crossed the M4 twice).

 Seriously our grateful thanks must go to everyone that turned up on the day, and to Roger (Joker Too) and his lovely wife Tina for organising
this trip, I know they did a dry run a couple of weeks ago and even worked out mileages to the suitable filling stations such was there dedication,
thanks again from all who attended it was marvellous and to those who didn't you missed a good one.

Roger and Tina thanks again for your efforts