DIRTY MINDED: PART 2 LIFE’S A BEACH
When the lads told me that we were going to go racing on Skegness’ award-winning beach, I thought they must have gone mad. My last memory of Skegness beach involved riding a reasonably unhealthy looking donkey to the pier and back for about £1.20, some 25 years ago, but the 2019 Skegness Beach Race was to be a little bit less equine in its nature… ok, a lot less equine. You see, there is a lot more to the Lincolnshire seaside town than donkey rides, slot machines and caravan parks. Every year for the last 10 years over 25,000 people flock to the coast to watch a few hundred men (and a fair few women) race their motocross bikes, enduro bikes, quads and even sidecars around a course of hills, puddles, sand dunes and ruts for an hour-and-a-half, or if you are really brave, three hours.
The hour-and-a-half ‘Clubman’ race is held on the Saturday of an action-packed weekend and for some strange reason, Dangerous Bruce, Frodo and I decided it would be a really good idea to have a go. We each got hold of a bike, found ourselves some matching
