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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by MikeO, Apr 10, 2007.
I'm not above imitating Nachtflug - so this year I'll post any new ride reports here...
Saturday 7th April 2007
I spend the day doing chores on the Adv. I has been out of the crate for a couple of weeks now, but its garaged fifteen miles from where Im living at the moment, so minor chores tend to become huge evolutions.
But today I fit a replacement speedometer. The original one started behaving aberrantly just after the bike arrived back in the UK - I found myself doing a steady 150mph down the Dereham By-Pass, for example. Luckily, my mate Simon (Swesty from GSClubUK) has a spare I can borrow whilst I try to hunt someone down to service the original. Cheers Simon
Slight difference its from an 1150R identical in all respects to my Adv speedometer except it has a chrome bezel *BLING*
After fitting the speedo (Simon let me have a matching tachometer as well, but the length of the cable to the multi-pin plug on the loom was different) and finding that I had only one working instrument light (out of two) in each clock, I fit new bulbs and re-assemble the front end.
I then use my trusty TwinMax to synchronise the throttle bodies I noticed a bit of a harsh buzz last time I was out. Its all squared away within ten minutes
All done, I ride the bike back home and pack for tomorrows trip
Get started, ya slacker.
Nachtflug hasn't posted a report here in ages.. he's stuck in the basement..
Lookin' forward to yours
Oh my...she looks CLEAN...
Sunday 8th April 2007 Easter Sunday
I wake early and have as usual no trouble dragging myself out of bed to ride a motorbike. I have a quick shower and load the rest of my gear into the panniers
Locking the door behind me, I put my helmet onto my still-damp hair soon to adopt a style known as Knackered by Arai and set off into the cool morning sunshine.
Most of the roads through the little villages are empty the locals indoors gorging on chocolate eggs, no doubt
I get onto the A47 and start heading west. I stop at the market town of Swaffham to get some cash out of the ATM. Swaffham has a very nice old town hall.
Getting back on the bike, Im dismayed to find that I cant get my immobiliser to disarm. Bugger.
I take the plipper apart and bend the battery contacts closer together and it works as advertised - phew
I continue along the A47, joining the A17 at Kings Lynn and heading north west towards Lincolnshire, through Sutton Bridge.
Shortly afterwards, I stop for a bite to eat at the Farm Café a favourite haunt of local riders some of whom are having a quick smoke outside when I arrive
I go inside and am quickly served
the Farmhouse Breakfast. As recommended by the British Heart Foundation
Managing to squeeze back into my riding gear, I press on west until I come to the junction of the A16 and then start heading north through Boston. The weather starts to cloud in a little, but its still mild and Im making good progress on familiar and well surfaced roads
The bikes running very well the throttle body balance was obviously accurate and, despite the engine having more than 117k miles under its belt, its as smooth as silk.
Well, perhaps not silk.
Smooth as cotton thats it.
Anyway, I continue to press north towards the river Humber. Its been at least an hour and a half since breakfast time for coffee
Suddenly the bling of my chrome bezel seems to be eclipsed
Indeed, I feel its positively understated
I meet up with the owners inside. They are locals who are just on their way home from a rally in Scarborough (just up the coast) and are having a cup of tea and a bacon sarnie to finish the trip off. Nice people as most enthusiasts are.
Re-caffeinated, I head north and Im soon crossing a gusty Humber Bridge
where they still charge motorcyclists £1.20 to cross they really need to get with the programme and let bikes cross free
Im soon into Yorkshire and heading towards the moors. The sun has come out and so has everyone in the UK with a vehicle. Ability to drive or ride was apparently optional when this decision was made. I see some seriously bad riding by some chaps on sports bikes who were old enough to know better Darwin mustve been staring at them in their mirrors, had they looked
I take a break from the madness and ride through the inner ring road at York
What on earth are Bile Beans? Sounds like I need to get some.
York Minster is peeking out from behind scaffolding and the old city walls
The daffodils are in bloom everywhere it really feels like a Spring morning
Its Easter Sunday and, as I ride through a succession of impossibly twee little villages probably populated entirely by stockbrokers from Pinner I notice each church has devised its own method of marking the day. I liked the simplicity of this little cross
The villages are pretty though.
I continue pressing roughly north west
encountering this flock of sheep, running and pooing in panic as they try to get back into their field. The chap leading the clutch of sports bikes coming the other way was very switched on and got his followers speed down in short order.
For the next mile or so I give the slow down signal to dozens of bikes and cars.
Im soon riding down the fairly steep Sutton Bank and shortly afterwards arriving in Thirsk
where this chaps pride and joy is getting an outing (presumably while he scans the sky for any possible sign of rain)
I bet it didnt look this good when it left the factory (in about 1970, judging by the number plate).
I press on towards the town of Masham.
Theres a wildfire on one of the moors nearby, which is causing a huge plume of smoke to blow south east.
Masham has a beautiful stone bridge.
Im soon out to the west of Masham and the smoke clears completely Im riding through the Yorkshire Dales
I never tire of riding this area its beautiful whatever the weather (it was pissing down last time I ride here and it was still fun!)
The road is edged by dry stone walls they also divide the fields from one another - there must be thousands of miles of them. The amount of labour involved over the years in building these is staggering
I spot this carved wooden anemometer thing turning in the wind. It has various faces showing fish, sheep, the sun and birds.
It's a bit crap, isnt it?
Never mind, lets keep heading west
I pass through the village of Hawes to find it entirely taken over by motorcycles
Onward! The traffic has died out a bit and the roads my own for a while brilliant
I wonder whats for dinner?
I pull into a little one man band petrol station and fill up. The bikes doing 39mpg, which Im pretty happy with, given that Ive not been hanging about today. I go in to pay and the old boy behind the till asks how much I tell him £31.77. He stares at me and says Good grief!
Im soon back on the road, riding through the last of the Dales for today and briefly join the M6 motorway north. I arrive at the Rheged Discovery Centre at about 1445
where my good friend Jane, who makes the best chocolates in the world
feeds me free chocs and then tells me to get going up north to the house shell follow me in an hour or so.
I ride the last twenty minutes or so to the town of Rosley
Where Im warmly welcomed by Bob and the children, Rebecca & Cameron. Bobs just putting a leg of lamb in the oven
Jane arrives home a while later. She forces me to help their research by blind tasting two different types of chocolate
After which I have a shower, in an attempt to look as if I come from the same species as the rest of the family, and we all settle down to a long lazy dinner
aided by generous quantities of red wine
which leads to a very pleasant and mellow evenings chatting.
A great day.
For everyone except the lamb.
Great report, Mike
I loved the riding around Hawes too, even though there was on-and-off rain last May when I was there Had to stop at Wensleydale for some tasting though
I'll be back up North in September (AT meet in Cumbria) so will get to enjoy them again, hopefully
subscribed to this thread, top class ride report Mike.
I thought you'd emigrated to America, lad. :huh
Fun report Mike, I really must try the "stills whilst riding" thing.. hopefully in time to take some piccies or Rallybug at the AT meet
Glad to see you out and about again. I trust you healed up well. Great report. I hope to someday see your country as you did ours.
Mint sauce! :dg
Nice write up.
Thanks for the pics of the Yorkshire Dales. I read the James Herriot books years ago and hope to see it for myself someday. Thanks for taking us along.
Hiya, Mike, nice ride!!!!
Enjoyed that - thanks!
Maybe try the breakfast at the Farm Cafe next time I'm in south lincolnshire - where exactly is it?
Great report, as usual!
I did the Cat and Fiddle road (and pub) near Buxton over Xmas (on 4 wheels)....
Rgds from Oz.
Another MikeO classic
Good to see you this side of the pond again.
Excellent, as usual MikeO. Stay away from any beans refered to as "Bile" I'm not keeping up; I thought you were joining us "Colonists"
A good day riding, ending with a fine meal and evening with good friends....life is good.
Monday 9th April 2007 Easter Monday
The day dawns a little greyer. I wake just after the sun rises, then realise its far too early and go back to sleep.
Easter weekend is a huge Bank (Public) Holiday with Good Friday and Easter Monday turning it into a 4 day break the good weather this April will probably make it one of the busiest on the roads this year
Ignoring the thumping in my head as last nights Pinot Noir tries to escape, I have some toast and help Jane make lunch.
Well, watching is sort of helping, isnt it?
Shes making Cullen Skink, a traditional Scottish fish soup
It smells great, but I have to get back to Norfolk Im back at work tomorrow
Theres just time for Jane to force a very reluctant Lucy to have a sit (spellchecked) on my bike, then I say my goodbyes. Catastrophically I forget to pick up my free bag of chocs
I ride east, past some old derelict farm buildings and towards the M6. This time I cross it and start heading east along the A69
Believe it or not, this is the main road between Newcastle Upon Tyne and Carlisle
but I soon turn off left and get on the B6318, which broadly speaking parallels the A69 to the north. It is a Roman road, running on the south side of the wall that the Emperor Hadrian had built, starting in 122 AD. You can read more about its history here.
There are many well preserved and restored parts of the wall but none, alas, within Canon S80 range of the road, and I have to press on. You are, however, constantly aware of the earthworks which run along the roadside
an amazing feat of engineering completed nearly two thousand years ago.
The weathers still mild, though the suns hidden above a layer of stratus
Ignoring Bettie for a while, I head north and wander about some of the minor lanes, eventually ending up in the small town of Wark
which has an excellent, but very narrow, bridge.
I press east and soon intercept my old friend the A68 one of my favourite A class roads and start heading south east towards home.
The weather forecast suggests there may be some rain later, but that itll hit the UK from the west, so Im planning on keeping to the east side of the country as I head back towards Norfolk.
Im all too soon spat out onto the dual carriageway hell that is the A1. In fairness, its surprisingly quiet, so Im lulled into a false sense of security and pull into Scotch Corner Services for something to eat and to refuel
I manage to get fed in the very busy restaurant, but refuse to entertain the idea of being 4th in line for petrol
I rejoin the A1 and find a quieter petrol station about 20 miles south.
Eventually I join the M62, then the M18 and finally the M180 as I press east across the south bank of the Humber estuary
and then Im back on one of my favourite roads, the Caister High Street
where I have a somewhat spirited ride south towards the distant A17
I join the A17 at the splendidly named Swineshead and plod my routine way home
I arrive back at Johns house (where the bike is garaged) at about 1830, get changed, then drive the Audi back to my rented cottage and stand under the shower for long time.
A great visit with some special friends and a good two days riding