This series of articles was originally published at: http://www.realclassic.co.uk/ The photos were taken at the Mourne Rally about 1980 or so. There is at least one urban myth about the Paddock that is still circulating in local bars.   I know this because after a recent night out with his now middle aged biking mates, my brother surprised me by recounting the story when I visited him.   What I thought had passed to the realm of a few peoples memory seems, like all good myths, to have developed a life of its own and to have grown with time and grey hair.   But I know the less exotic truth, because I was there.   Let’s call the antihero of this story Boomer, to protect the guilty you understand, for he is now a settled family man and comes complete with a wife, a daughter and a caravan.   It’s a daft name I know, but you should try finding one that hasn’t been used at some point by the myriad of souls who attached themselves to this place, and given th...