Since Vespa's don't seem to have been leaving the house lately, I guess it's a good thing that some Lambretta's did.
This past weekend was Lambretta Jamboree (aka "Lammy Jammy"), the national Lambretta Club USA (LCUSA) rally. This year, it was held in Bristol, Tennessee, which is mostly in Virginia, with about 165 riders.
Other than being hotter than hell, with plenty of humidity to make sure we didn't forget, the weather was beautiful with some amazing riding
The rally opened with a Thursday night ride to the Bristol Motor Speedway, followed by a ride through the Virginia countryside on Friday morning to a local brew pub.
Of course, it wouldn't have been a rally if something didn't break. As we were leaving a start-of-ride gas stop on Friday, my bike suddenly lost all power to the wheel. Motor was running just fine, it just wouldn't move.
I was able to coast and push it back to the hotel, where I laid it down in the parking lot and cracked open the gearbox. Turned out my clutch circlip had popped off. I hammered it back into shape (literally used a hammer), reinstalled it, and put another 100+ miles on the bike by the end of the weekend. Go me!
Lambretta Pro-Tip: If you lay the bike on its side, you can remove the crankcase cover without draining the gearbox oil.
Friday afternoon/evening, the city closed a block of State Street (the main street through downtown) so we could do a line-up of all the bikes down the state line in the middle of the street. A variety of curious locals and other tourists wandered through and everyone was happy to answer their questions and preach the scooter gospel.
Friday night was the LCUSA member meeting, where next years Lammy Jammy location was formally announced (Eugene, Oregon), followed by Karaoke at a nearby bar. I think we traumatized the DJ a little with our enthusiasm and a few song choices, but she rolled with it pretty well and a good time was had by all.
Saturday started out by riding
The Snake, which is as curvy as the Tail of the Dragon, only shorter (just 11 miles). It claims 489 curves in that distance and I would not argue that number. Tons of fun and good technical riding. No one crashed, though there were a couple of fresh oil/gas spills and scrapes on the pavement in some of the trickier turns.
At one end, there's a gas station/souvenir stand and the Harley guys there were equal parts impressed and disbelieving that we were able to rip up The Snake on scooters. Once they heard some of the tuned bikes crank up, though, they didn't doubt us.
We rode it both directions, then headed out to a local marina for swimming (for those who were so inclined) and hydration, returning back to town mid-afternoon for the evening's festivities, which included the members' banquet and awards.
I didn't win anything this time. There was no "Best Rat" award, but the consensus was that I would have been a shoo-in for it if there had been.
After staying up waaay too late Saturday night, most folks loaded up and headed out on Sunday morning, though there was a ride to a local cave. Coming from Middle Tennessee, that wasn't something we needed to make an effort for, so we skipped it and got on the road.
The Snakes (my club) represented in style and while I don't think he reads MV, I want to call out Michael Davis, one of our members, for having been a big contributor to planning this year's event, even though he lives 300 miles away.
This was my first Lammy Jammy, and while it was kind've weird to be at a rally with no Vespa's, it was a great time. Everyone was super-friendly and helpful, I got to see a lot of folks I know, because there aren't many people that own Lammy's who don't also own a Vespa or two, and a good time was had by all.
We're already making plans for Eugene next year, since there's going to be more logistics than just "load the scooters on the trailer and drive," but it'll be absolutely worth it.