Good morning. Everyone must be awake after such a head. This Saturday it's 'Hardenberg' again.
Westerners can already drink courage to face the long, dangerous journey to the East.
The East ... Against Siberia. Saber-toothed tigers. Tough men in animal skins (leather motorcycle clothing) and food scraps in their 
beards (such a hamburger will sometimes drip) that in almost incomprehensible dialect negotiate with each other about things they have found together in their barns. Exhibitors from foreign tribes are also there (Germans, perhaps again that Russian with Ural / Dnepr stuff).
But once you as a Westerner have taken the psychological barrier of Coevorden ...
The Beurs is organized by the members of motorcycle club 'de Gasschoeve'. A surprisingly large proportion of providers are private. The range is wide and sometimes extremely surprising. the atmosphere old-fashioned fine.
And once it has rained, the car parking meadow is a swampy swamp and then as a Randstad you finally benefit from your trendy 4WD. The parking for visiting motorcycles is paved and usually worth an excursion.
For people without such a useful facility under their car, there is fortunately the free towing service with John Deere and MF tractors.