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Ok, time for a fuller report.
Friday:
Met up at 10 as planned and took a gentle ride over to Derby for
lunch. 12" sausages all round.
It just started to rain as we pulled in and stopped just as we left
which was a stroke of luck. It even got hot once we'd got as far as
Glossop.
It wasn't long after that the rain really started to come down. I
think we'd just passed through Holmefirth. That was a great road.
Very fast and very bumpy and at 520m up it was the highest we got all
weekend. The air must have been thin that high because the RT's oil
temperature was reading higher than normal.
We had to stop so Martin could get his rain kit on. Barry stopped a
few miles back to put his on. Martin and I were waiting for him down
the road but Barry the Blind staring at his Sat Nav just turned onto
the main road and buggered off.
By now it was about 5pm so we decided to go direct to Keswick. The
Sat Nav said we would get there at 7pm. It got us there at 8:30.
Simon got there 2 hours ahead of us. We were so late arriving at the
B&B that we had to order food before we checked into our rooms. Still
the food, beer and company was very good even if the build quality of
the fixtures and fittings weren't.
Saturday:
Early rise and kippers and black pudding were had for breakfast.
Mmmmmmm....black pudding.......
The day started off with a gentle ride up to Gretna Green. Simon
stayed with us a bit longer and turned back at about 11:30. The rest
of us carried on further round the west coast and stumbled upon the
A712. What a fantastic road. Very fast, very bumpy, lost of corners
and no traffic whatsoever. The weather was perfect too with the sun
behind us. Everything about it was perfect. We had to stop near the
end of it as Barry's ZZR 600 was running low on petrol (a common theme
for the weekend). From our vantage point we saw one red structure in
the distance. There was nothing else for miles around. As luck would
have it it was a petrol station.
A couple of miles further and we stopped for lunch in Carsphairn. A
small tea shop was the only thing open and they did a very nice haggis
pie.
After lunch we pushed on to Gourock to catch the ferry to Dunoon. To
be honest this bit was a bit dull in places but not too bad. Just
slow through lots of small towns. Then we had to ride through
Greenock. Not a place I'd recommend. It's the kind of place where
you check your tyre pressures afterwards in case someone has nicked
the air!
From Dunoon to Kinlochleven was a real treat although Martin fell
asleep at one point. Mountains and lakes everywhere. Riding through
the Glencoe range was stunning and the final road down into
Kinlochleven (B683) was a real hoot. Downhill with fast sweeping
bends with the odd tight one to wake you up.
We pulled into the car park, removed helmets and ate a quick mean of
midgies. There were one or two about.
The B&B was very nice. There were teddy bears on the beds too if you
like that sort of thing. Barry had two for some reason.
Curry, beer and pool were the order of the night.
Sunday:
A wet start. Barry and Martin were both downcast and muttering about
getting wet for the whole 330 miles that day. I was more upbeat and
optomistic. Just as well as once we'd left the mountain behind us the
sun came out and everything dried out. Just as well because the A87
and A890 were astonishing riding roads.
Lunch of prawns (complete with prawn caviar) and scallops were had for
lunch in Lochcarron. A great setting for lunch. The sun was shining,
the food was good and a fat seagull devoured Barry's lunch scraps.
Leaving Lochcarron we rode on A896 for 30 miles or so. It was a
largely single track road that took us back up into the mountains.
Shortly after we were in petrol sniffing mode as Barry was running out
again.
Fully fuelled with the worlds most expensive petrol (129.9p I seem to
recall) we hit the A839. A road on which we could "make good
progress". Very fast, very open with good scenery. Perfect for
making up some lost time and getting a few fast miles under the belt.
After 45 miles we got back into a cloud which was slowly getting us
wet. After another 7 miles I took pity on the other and stopped in a
layby so they could put on their waterproofs.
For me, that was end of trip.
Just before we set off I noticed oil running out of the RT's final
drive. Not dripping slightly but running.
So, a call was put into the RAC and I was told to expect a 3 hour wait
for recovery.
Barry and Martin thought the right thing to do was to wait with me as
we were in the middle of nowhere about 15 miles south of Ullapool.
5 minutes later they buggered off to Wick.
So, with a hotel organised (internet on mobile phones is a truely
great thing), I laid back on the RT, turned on a audiobook, got comfy
and dozed off for 30 minutes or so. Fortunately I woke up just in
time to see a recovery wagon slowing down to see if it was indeed I
that needed recovering. 5 minutes more kip and I might have been
there for a lot longer.
I got taken to Inverness for the night as there was a BMW dealer 2
miles from the hotel. I was sure they could get me back on the road
on Monday or Tuesday morning at the latest. The recovery guy was a
nice chap too. He was a biker and he was currently doing up a 1980's
Z1000.
Monday:
To make a long story short, the BMW guys didn't have the parts I
needed and also didn't have time to fix my RT until Thursday. So I
hired a van instead, built a ramp, bought some ratchet straps and hit
the road heading south.
It rained for 325 miles until I stopped at my parents house for the
night. The bike almost didn't fit in the van. I had to remove the
screen and upper part of the dash so it would squeeze in under the
roof.
Tuesday:
On the road at 5:15 am. Got home at 11:30. Dropped off the van at
Yeovil, had lunch with the wife and kids in town and came home to put
the bike into the garage where it still remains.
Saturday:
I finally had time to remove the final drive. That bearing was
completely demolished. Lots of shrapnel fell out as soon as I popped
out the oil seal. Oddly, there was no play whatsoever in the bearing
so if the oil seal had not been ripped apart by the shrapnel there
would have been no obvious sign the bearing was toast until the rear
wheel would have locked solid. I was lucky.
Once I've got the necessary tools I should be able to replace both big
and small bearings this weekend to get the RT back on the road. After
that I'll be checking the GS's bearings to make sure they're not about
to collapse too.
So, all we need now is:
1) A Sunday evening and Monday report;
2) Somewhere to upload photo's. Any thoughts on this one chaps?
Someday I'll tweak the routes for this trip and do the whole thing
again. Any of you guys here are welcome to come along. I might even
bring along the right tools and a spare final drive bearing as it can
be a roadside repair if enough determination can be mustered.
More reports please chaps.
Regards
Rob C(The Silver Shadow is in bits)