Finally! I went out for
a ride today. I didn't do anything new or noteworthy but it felt like
such a treat, which it was.
It's been a long time
since I've ridden for sheer pleasure. It was mid August in fact.
Since then I've been to work then come home. Once or twice I've gone
a different way home but nothing substantial. Despite having been in
almost daily use, my bike had been decidedly underused.
This morning, I made my
way up the A59 as I do most Sundays but for once I missed my turning,
quite on purpose, and carried on up Cote de Blubberhouses (formerly
Blubberhouse pass). I'm pretty sure I had to stop my bike turning all
by its self. We were free for the day and heading for the hills, all
thanks to my parents doing my parenting for me. Thanks mum! Thanks
dad!
Actually, the first 40
miles were foggy and hard work but after meeting my buddy Kev for
breakfast in Settle we headed off on the well trodden 'Hawes loop.'
Thankfully, as we climbed to higher ground we left the fog, leaf
mulch and Sunday drivers behind. From there on the day just got
better, a real treat in October.
Kev, a self confessed
fair weather sports bike rider, doesn't usually ride outside the
summer months and likes his tarmac wide, smooth and fast. Today
however, he was on the look out for places to take his newest toy,
some sort of fancy digital SLR camera. That meant he was willing to
let me lead him up a few of the narrower roads he wouldn't usually
thank me for. There was a lot of stopping but I didn't mind. It was a
beautiful day to be up in the hills.
Wonder Blessed are the Curious
for they Shall Have Adventure
Today I created a bucket list (here) for the first time ever. Actually, what I did today was write it down. It’s always existed. I’ve always wanted to experience more of the world in more ways. Like most todo lists, I expect to add to it more often than I check things off but that’s the human condition. I also need to accept that much of it, quite possibly the majority of it, won’t ever happen. That’s fine. It can’t hurt to make a list. Perhaps I could make it a challenge to do one item a year. I could make one of them the thing I do to mark the next big birthday (40 I believe). Whatever. If nothing else, it’s actually a good a pencil portrait of myself as you could possibly hope for. A lot can be inferred from a bucket list I recon This bucket list is a little restricted for two reasons. Firstly, it’s limited to Motorcycle related ambitions and secondly, it starts today. If I started adding all the things I’ve done that I wanted to do, that would make for far too long a list. Besides, while there were things I knew I wanted, like getting my licence, there were things I would never have thought to put on a list that happened anyway. No, this is simpler. Anyway, many thanks to Fuzzy for inspiring me write up my bucket list. Now, I’d better get on with my ‘Oh Dear, The New School Year is About to Start and That ToDo List is Only Getting Longer’ list.
Because of the summer break and a recent foreign holiday, my bike had remained idle for much longer that I really like. Yesterday however, I received a last minute and much needed leave pass thanks to my mum taking the kids and Ang snoozing after a night shift. I had nothing planned but some of the best rides start that way. Chucking my map and tea making kit into the box, I headed off to @BeanandBud to look things over and enjoy one of their fine flat whites.
I was looking to explore somewhere new and there isn’t much I haven’t seen round here so I had to look further afield and accept there would be some unavoidable A road (highway) riding. Before my coffee was out I’d settled on an area called the Forest of Bowland, just across the border in Lancashire (spits on floor). I drained the dregs and hit the road.
I wasn’t disappointed. I suffered the A59 all the way to Clitheroe (actually not that bad) then I followed the B6478 to Newton-in-Bowland where I planned to head north towards a marked viewpoint. I was totally blown away by that stunning views on the section of road over Waddington Moor. In fact I was thinking it would be nice to ride it back again and get some pics. Time however was not on my side. Apparently, luck wasn’t on my side either as my route was soon blocked by bridge works. forcing me to retrace my steps. Still, I got those pictures.
The diversion (pretty obvious on the map) wasn’t anything worth writing about so I didn’t take my time. Once I was on the northbound road from Slaidburn, I was once again being blown away by the scenery. The heather was in bloom and being so close to the clouds gave the impression I was on top of the world. It made me think of a recent post on the FUZZYGALORE.COM blog, reflecting on the difficulties/impossibilities of sharing what you see from the saddle with others. So true but I still stopped every few meters to take yet another pic.
However, if you can, you really should go out and ride this. Maybe not if you’re only interested in knee down antics. In fact if I was going to do this again, I’d probably use the YBR125 and make a whole day of it. This is one to savour.
A
couple of weeks back we had Ride To Work here in the UK. In fact,
this year, they made it a week. I decided to film my ride to work
using a different mount each day. I wanted to take the 27 minutes and
mix together the best 3. After three years of experimenting with my
GoPro Hero2, I'm pretty happy with this finished product.
However,
as I write this, my film has had plenty of time and only seen 18
view. I bet youtube is full of that sort of thing. Some of it was
posted by me on my Youtube channel and some just watched by me. The
only ones I really like are short, multi perspective and carefully
produced. The rest, I don't watch. Here's a list of the things I've
learned (read: opinions I've developed):
1) Helmet cam is fine
for collecting evidence but the film makes the viewer sick if the
rider is any good at observations. When in doubt, hard mount.
2)
Using a range of perspectives isn't good, it's vital. Even watching
Ribble Head to Hawes in a single perspective would bore me to death.
Easier if you own multiple cameras. I don't so...
3)
Converting your GoPro to RAM mounts is super secure and versatile but
the down side is RAM mounts they vibrate A LOT more.
4) The
closer the camera is to the ground the better. Makes it faster. More
exciting.
5) Try to get a bit of bike in there. I love frame
mount perspectives that capture the movement of the suspension.
6)
The best place to record sound is closer to the airbox, not the
exhaust.
7) Bad aim makes the film unusable. Generally horizon
should be 1/3 from the bottom. Strangely, left/right is less
important.
8) Editing isn't optional. No matter how long you
rode, good films last 3-4 minutes or if you have no usable sound, one
good song. I find you spend roughly half an hour to an hour editing 1
minute of footage.
Like I say, these are my opinions. To be
honest, I hadn't realized I had so many of them. The only other
opinion I have is that I'm not very good at any of this, proven by
the fact that that was probably my best effort to date. Here's what
production looked like.
I
used (mostly) the best mounts I have/know:
Day
1 - Mounted to the handlebars using ram mounts. It's a little shaky
but this gave the best sound.
Day
2 - Ram mounts on the grab rail rear facing. Pretty cool perspective
and OK sound.
Day
3 - Helmet mount. This is an easy option but it makes you sick
watching it and the sound is atrocious. Still, had to be done.
Day
4 - GoPro's own tube mount onto my crash bars. The sound is very
mechanical but the perspective is thrilling.
Editing
took forever and isn't even close to fluid but I did my best with the
time I had during the week. I find the GoPro editing software buggy
to the point of unusable so I did it all on an iPad 2 with iMovie.
I've also used Windows Live Moviemaker fairly successfully. However,
for reasons I really can't explain, I prefer using the I pad. Bahhhh!
I've
no real wish to try any other editing software but I'm all up for
finding new mounts. One day I'd like to try a chest harness as it
looks to have a good view and less shaky but without the bobbing
about a helmet mount does (if your making propper observations). Then
again, what I'd really like is to mount my camera on someone else's
bike, preferably someone who can keep up without getting dangerous.
Currently, I don't know that person. I wonder if he/she is any good
at editing?
Once again, it seems to have been ages since I last did any blogging. There’s not been much to blog about up until now. It was way back in February when I was last compelled to write on my blog. I’d watched ‘Why We Ride’ for the first time and felt all warm, fuzzy and inspired. It’s probably worth a read if you haven’t as this post follows it (click here if you’d like to take a look). In summary, I wanted to let motorcycles take their fair share of my life by sharing them with my family.
After a night of research, I decided to get my hands on a Razor MX350 Dirt Rocket. It’s a little pit bike powered by a 350watt motor hooked up to a pair of 12 volt batteries. As well as being inexpensive (they’re about £325 new) they’re quiet and clean. Unlike the toy store variety, it has real pneumatic tyres, front and rear suspension and brakes. Basically, it’s a proper, if low budget, pit bike. It’s also reasonably rare to see them second hand.
When a non-runner came up on ebay, I bid fairly high and got it for just £63. The seller was great and even brought it up north a piece so we didn’t have to drive 90 odd miles to pick it up. Beth came with me but that was all we had room for. The Fiat Panda we moved into last spring doesn’t really have the boot space for a bike of any size.
Of course, it was only the start. I pulled it apart that night. The forks are pretty much junk and to be fair, I couldn’t figure out how to completely disassemble them. They needed it as they were completely rusted. Wanting to do the job properly, I turned to the internet to find how you get the fork tubes out of the stanchions. That information was not available. However, I did learn that they pretty much don’t seem to work when they’re new anyway. I decided to clean up as much as I could and put them back on.
However the forks weren’t the real problem. The Razor MX350 has two 7ah 12volt sealed lead acid batteries and while great for high current, lead acid batteries are a weak point and were always likely to be the reason it didn’t work. I ordered a new pair from Ebay for something like £25 quid and got Kev to do the soldering. At first the new batteries didn’t work but after some fiddling with connections, the bike burst into life. Big smiles all round.
All that remained was to get the right riding gear. It’s really important to me that Beth knows knows the importance of proper riding gear. I made it very clear that when she rode, she was going to come off and it was probably going to hurt. It’s something we bikers all know and most of us have experienced. She wants to ride so she’s going to come off. I’d never stop her riding but I will exert my parental duty to ensure she’s well dressed. For now, that means a full road certified helmet that fits properly and the kind of padding used by skaters. Not perfect but better than nothing. I’ll keep looking for more purposeful armor.
Months had passed since I embarked on the project and now the bike was ready to ride. Beth was pestering me about it and the only thing that was stopping me was the size of our car. Actually, that’s probably not true. In truth, Beth’s never managed to ride a peddle bike without tears or stabilizers. It wouldn’t achieve anything if this were to graduate to a motorbike.
However, I had miss-judged her, something I’m not proud of. Kev provided logistical support, Tom supplied all the encouragement any sibling could hope for and I provided the bike. Her adventurous little spirit had her climb on (after the inevitable argument about how tight the chin strap needed to be) and, well, the rest is in the video.
I’m very sporadic with my blogging. It’s a bit like riding
for pleasure really. I don’t do enough of either. Work! That’s something I don’t
do enough of. Spending time with my kids, yeah, that too if I’m honest. One way
or another, someone will be able to read this blog and want to criticise me on
one count if not many, of getting the balance utterly wrong. So as I type this,
I’m still not sure I am brave enough to publish it. There you go. Into
complete.
Last night I watched ‘Why We Ride (2013).’ I lack the vocabulary to
say how good it was, how good it made me feel. It took me a while to work out
why it made me feel good but I think I’m there now. I know I’m a motorcyclist,
a biker. The film was all about us and what we are like. It was about our hopes
and dreams, what makes us tick. Diversity is a key feature throughout: different
bikes, different activities, different parts of the world and most importantly,
different people. From children and young families to an 87 year old woman
hoping she’ll still ride at 100, the film seemed to be about amazing people
from all walks of life. And yet, for all the diversity there was a oneness. Motorcyclists
in their many forms come together as one rich community. The film made me feel
good because I’m part of that.
Recently, my friend Jim got his first bike. It happened that
he bought it home just as my Half Term Break was starting so, obviously, we had
to go out. Even Kev, who’s bike is usually in hibernation 9 months of the year,
turned out. We pottered around local roads for the morning and stopped for tea
before returning home in time for lunch and whatever else. It wasn't much and
it wasn't long but it was great. I really enjoyed myself.
Then, this morning, I was coming to work. I treated myself
to riding the VStrom and going a fairly roundabout way. How could I not after
watching that film. Riding gives one time to think and before long I was
thinking about family and friends. I've often wondered how long it will be
before Beth can safely reach the pegs on the bike. Perhaps we should look into
an electric bike for the kids to get started on. Sidecar outfits always cross
my mind but they never stay long. I wondered that today. I try not to think it
out loud in case mum can hear. As she reads this blog, I should probably wonder
it no more.
Carrying pillion makes for time together. Separate bikes would also be good.
In the meantime though, what we could do for sure is plan a
ride with friends where even if children can’t come, at least Ang could. After
getting a suitable amount of work done, I decided to write out a sort of
itinerary. It would be intended to encourage people (Jim, Kev, Angie and
perhaps even a few pillions) to set a date for a day of being motorcycle
enthusiasts together. The route it a triumph! Any other ‘me’ would agree for
sure. It has great roads to push your bike on, remote roads to enjoy the beauty
of creation and regular stops where you can natter and drink tea. It’s a
perfect day, if you’re me and with someone willing to put yourself in my
capable hands as guide. Unfortunately, if you’re just me then it’s all that but
without being sure of a friendly face to natter with during stops.
And that’s kind of where we come back to the community. I’m
not a lone wolf and most motorcyclist I know and respect aren't either. Their
bikes aren't just toys, they’re a starting point for relationships with other like-minded
human beings. That’s also sort of why I write in my blog, hoping that I might
meet other like-minded folk and natter (in which the blog has been singularly
unsuccessful for me). I don’t want to ride alone anywhere near as much as I
would love to enjoy motorcycling with others. That could be friends; it could
be family or just some other chap who also happened to be there. The friends
and family option though, obviously that is the platinum standard. I never wanted
motorcycles to take me away from the people and love and care about and the
more I think about it, the more I think it shouldn't have to.
Six year into parenthood and there are promising signs.
Now, I have no choice but to look forward and figure out
where I go from here. We had a ‘discussion’ about work life balance the other
day but it was really about work/family life balance. I need to see more of my
family and less of my desk. I’d be lying if I didn't say I want to spend more
time with my friends as well. Watching Why We Ride left me thinking we can do
that because it featured young families that were passionate about bikes. It
wasn't just something that started at 17+ and had to be hidden from parents. So
now I’m not wondering, I’m planning.
I recently claimed that
Angie's YBR125 'never misses a beat.' Well guess what: spoiler alert!
It missed it's first
beat on a soaking wet, icy cold Monday. I thought little of it.
Nearing work after a clear run, I gently rolled over the bridge and
disengaged the clutch as I came to a halt. The motor stopped! It
started right up again so I assumed it was me being a bit useless.
Saying that, it was idling a little low, perhaps 1200. That was it
though, until the end of the week.
The week dragged on and
when the final bell rang on Friday, it felt a few days overdue. The
ringing was somewhat drowned out by rain drumming on the skylights.
Fed up and tired, what I want wanted to do was get on my bike and
ride. What I didn't want was to get soaked through only to arrive
home at the moment storm clouds gave way to bright blue sky. Thus
daylight gave way to indecision.
By the time I left,
there was virtually no light and still plenty of rain. The YBR125's
single 35w/35w lamp is already useless in the face of oncoming
traffic. The heavy cloud annihilated what little twilight remained
and I was fighting a loosing battle to clear my visor. In such
situations you're pretty much riding on a wing and a prayer when
anything but a YBR125 comes the other way.
Not five minutes in and
already soaked, I met a particularly well lit car coming mid road.
Obviously I slowed right down and aimed for the darkness left of the
blinding headlights. That's when the engine stopped. Instinctively I
thumbed the starter but this time it didn't start right back up. “Oh
great!” (possibly words to that effect)
After I pushing to a
nearby driveway, it started up again so I
rode off but with confidence in the bike utterly lost. Anyone who's
been there knows how it affects your riding. Loosing confidence in
your bike on a dark, blustery and wet night isn't quite a nightmare
but it's super stressful. I soon found that the engine would cut out
at speeds over 50 if on full throttle.
Anyone
who rides a YBR will know that any slope means full throttle at
speeds of over 50. Anyone who rides a YBR around these parts will
know that we don't really have roads that aren't sloped one way or
t'other. Only your wrist notices them on a big bike. Generally,
there's way more thinking involved in getting a learner bike from
Harrogate to Ilkley. Each gear change is anticipated well in advance
so, ideally, timed to perfection. When you roll on to full and find
the motor cuts, blood pressure rises just as fast as the oil pressure
drops.
Thankfully
I got it home. I've since washed it and can't find anything looking
like the culprit. Stand back a bit while you're hosing it off and
that bike looks fairly new. However, get in close with the sponge and
a soapy paint brush, it starts looking long in the tooth for sure.
The swinging arm and parts of the frame are rusting heavily along
with the whole exhaust system. The whole rear end could do with
pulling apart, stripping back to the bare metal and painting. I might
do all that. I thought I might do that last summer. It really
needs it now so I really
might. Then again, I might not.
One
thing's for sure, the bike I once trusted to the point of abuse can
never again be described as having 'never missed a beat.' Now it
needs some Alan time. He'll probably tell me off about one thing or
another but I know we'll most likely get it back in a fit state to
see the winter out. That way when spring starts getting serious I'll
be able to ride it to work just like I could when I filmed this two
years ago.