Friday, 28 September 2012

Introduction



Context . . .   

Hatching a cunning plan at the Ducati factory!

This Pyrenees ride has its origins when four of us were shooting the breeze in a lovely Bologna restaurant earlier this year.  We were all fired up because we had just been to the Ducati and Ferrari factories and we started musing what might be possible in terms of an adventure.  It was John who blurted out something like “let’s go for a ride in Europe” – and so we did.

Mind you, we were encouraged by some of our other friends who were just about to undertake an ‘insane’ ride through the Alps.  But we also remembered the comments we made in 2007 when we were driving along the N-260 in Spain – including how nice it would be do this road on a bike.

So over several glasses (or was it bottles!) of wine we made a pact to undertake this ride . . . and so we have!

There were several complicating factors that needed serious consideration – not the least of which is that Lorraine and I live in Australia, which is ‘half a world’ away from Europe and we needed a motor bike!  Other deliberations included the best timing, our other commitments and what bikes to use.

The short of it is that everything was resolved positively and we all agreed that a late August/early September ride would be the go – and so it was!

The Original Plan . . .

The biggest picture was that we would ride the Picos, Pyrenees and Cantals.  The only definite accommodation arrangements were Bilbao, Potes, Anduze and Mauriac – we decided we would make the rest up as we went along.


So we go from here to there . . .


More Serious Planning . .  

We all started researching much of the available ‘literature’ in search of our own ‘motor cycling nirvana’ in these parts . . . there is a surprising number of biking and driving books on the subject.

Perhaps we should write our own book?


And given our propensity for organisation we decided to make a ‘master plan’- actually it was easier to keep the big picture in mind while investigating specific roads and potentially interesting things to see.

The original plan . . . which is very close to what we did
[Click map for a larger image]

Getting Under Way . . .  

 We made the ‘long haul’ from Oz to the UK via Ho Chi Minh City and then a shot up to Sheffield to see some friends for a few days before heading south to East Sussex.  I had come to know and love Lewes when I spent a month (plus) there last year building a guitar – so it was a bit like another ‘homecoming’ as we were also there in February this year!  Anyway, we spent a few days catching up with people and getting things organised for the ride . . . and enjoying lovely Brighton suppers with John and Liz’s family and, separately, Chris and Val.

The Power Rangers . . .

The key ‘cast’ members for this story are John and Liz (from Lewes UK and L’Isle Jourdain, France), Chris (a long term friend and business partner of John from Brighton UK) and Neil and Lorraine (all the way from the Antipodes).  Not only do we all share more than a passing interest in motor cycling, the ‘blokes’ just happen to be musicians (of varying ability!) and have spent our careers in and around the IT industry.  It only seemed natural that we end up undertaking such a ride.

Why the Power Rangers . . .



Frankly, I had never heard of the Power Rangers before this ride (maybe because we never had kids?), but John did such a good job with this running gag that it became part of the lexicon for the ride.  And the longer it went on the better it became – consider these ‘facts’ from the Power Rangers web site . . .  
  • Power Rangers are teams of normal people who morph into costumed Ranger heroes and are able to use special powers and pilot colossal assault machines called Zords to defeat and overcome evil forces that threaten humanity.
  •  When "morphed" Rangers become powerful superheroes wearing color-coded skin-tight battle suits and helmets with opaque visors.  Each team's costumes are nearly identical aside from individual Ranger’s colour and helmet design.  Morphed Rangers generally possess superhuman strength and durability.
  • Ranger teams operate with five or three members and they may not disclose their identities to the general public.
It appears as though we meet nearly all the requirements!!

Can you see the similarities . . .

The ‘Zords’ . . .   

It is a complicated story about how each bike came to be on this ride . . . but they were a gorgeous Suzuki SV 1000s, a Suzuki Bandit 1200s and a BMW 800GS.


Our three bikes plus one interloper . . .


Helpful Locals . . .

As all will be revealed, we had a lot of assistance from Manuel/Jacques Garmin (Chris’ GPS) in finding our way around – but without being offensive to our electronic friend, he sometimes adopted a most indifferent attitude and we wondered if we would be better off without him.  It was here that some very helpful locals stepped in – take for example this interesting character in Pamplona!


Aye Aye shipmates . . . you’ve got a big job ahead of you!

Day 1 - Sunday 26th August



Transit ride . . . Lewes – Portsmouth

Distance – 95km (59 miles)

Overview. . . 

The Power Rangers departed Lewes in time to pick up Chris in Brighton at 5:00pm and then had fish and chips on the foreshore in Portsmouth – before boarding the Cap Finistère in time for a 10:00pm sailing.




Departure Day . . .

So D-Day has finally arrived for this bunch of motor cyclists to make our assault on Continental Europe!  The day was structured around the ferry departure from Portsmouth at 10:00pm.


One of the ‘essential’ jobs was to take a few things to Jim and Cathy to take to France - this included our ‘human’ clothes and Chris’ travel bass guitar which he will need for a gig in L’Isle Joudain in a couple of weeks.  We sent the nicest person amongst us with the manifest goods as we had perhaps exceeded the ‘baggage allowance’ and we are delighted to say that Liz did a wonderful job of getting the entire load checked-in!

In the meantime John, Lorraine and I took a blast on the bikes to get some fuel, drugs and take a look at the relocated Guitar Junction shop in Newhaven . . . visiting guitar shops is a compulsion!  The ride back was gorgeous following the Ouse the 'back' way into Lewes and we were both reminded that England is a beautiful country.

Houston We Have a Problem . . .

After lunch we started packing all the gear into the saddlebags, top boxes and tank bags and took it downstairs for a ‘trial fitting’ – and this is where the problem emerged as the saddle bags would not fit onto the SV with a pillion!

It could have been a very serious problem, but that Power Ranger John (before he had invented the gag!) saved the day by putting them onto his bike . . . which means the Bandit is travelling very heavy and the SV is traveling very light!

Departure . . .

We departed Lewes right on schedule just after 5:00pm and called in to pick up Chris.  He was ready to go with the bike waiting out the front.  After a chat with Val and the obligatory photos we headed out of Brighton at about 5:30pm and made our way across to Portsmouth via the A27 – passing the historical Arundel Castle and skimming the outskirts of Chichester along the way.

 

Ready for departure from Brighton – with that Power Ranger character

The objective was to undertake the ride while there was plenty of daylight.  However, this meant a little bit of hanging around in Portsmouth before lining up to board the ferry . . . and fish and chips on the historic foreshore.


It is The Big Wheel Café in case you hadn’t figured it out

Getting on Board . . . 

We headed for the ship.  Lorraine and I took a different departure kiosk to the others and got through immediately but there was a problem printing one of the other's boarding passes and then security decided to inspect their gear - so we were at the front of the queue wondering if they had been allocated to a different boat!  It was all sorted and we skipped across to their queue so we could park near them.

Boarding seemed to take forever as the bikes were apparently boarded last.  It was a bit strange in that all the cars and trucks were all loaded in a very orderly manner, but when it came time to load the bikes we all set off together and it was a bit of a 'free for all'!  Still, it all happened and we were on board.

Getting the bikes all strapped down for the voyage

The Cap Finistère

Under Way . . .

We all got into the lift and headed up to our respective levels, found our cabins and got things sorted out before meeting in the bar for a few beers, a chat and whatnot.  The boat departed right on time at 10:00pm and all of our lot were in bed by about 11:15pm.



On board hanging around the bars