Skeggy or bust

Summer's here so it made sense to make a dash for the seaside. Having already done the close beaches we decided to have a run to Skegness, because, well, it's there.

Do-it-Dave roared up and backed it in to the driveway just in time for the obligatory greasy spoon breakfast to tide us over on the journey. Lard requirements taken care of we spent all together too much time attaching the go-pro cameras to the bikes. The roll-bar mounts we've invested in allow the camera to me mounted on the front forks nice and low down giving a good camera angle. They are buggers to get on though as the screws are on the inside of the forks not the outside.

Cinematic requirements taken care off, a quick fill up at the station to allow "progress to be made", then off we went.

Do-it-Dave prepares to make progress

 
The first leg was up the A1 to Peterborough where we fell at one of the first hurdles when the road I thought we wanted to take was actually closed. It turns out my superb navigational skills had temporarily let me down though and the road was open. The closed one was nothing to do with us. D'oh.

What do you mean we drive on the left here?

Finding the right road (the A16 which leads most of the way to Skegness) we were on the home stretch but this bit of road was full of tractors all doing 5mph. In both directions preventing overtaking!!! (only one direction at a time, they weren't quantum tractors). Luckily when gaps did appear the horses under our control sprang into action making short work of getting past things.

At Boston (the English one... my navigation skills aren't that bad) a run up the A52 took us right into Skeggy itself. Which was full :(

Having looked on the web for bike parking and failing miserably before setting off a random carpark was chosen (the fact it was next to the donut stall is mere coincidence). However, during a wee break it turned out not to be the optimum one (see map later for the free bike park).

Donuts (did I mention them) were taken care off in short order, and some pics taken to prove we got here.

Top Donuts!!!

On my right... the sea.

Setting the world to rights.

Bless.. he's all worn out.

To avoid tractors on the way back we headed over to Grantham and the roads were empty (who would want to go to Grantham anyway) allowing good progress to be made. After a minor discussion at the lights about which was the A1 south (they could mark it "The South"... that would help) we successfully negotiated Grantham and escaped alive. Do-it-Dave made a run for the border and I caught up with him having a kip in a lay-by several miles later. Yoof of today eh. No stamina :p

Made it back with just over 200 miles on the clock. A grand day out!


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Fiddling with cats.

In a bid to ride longer and longer journeys on the bike in preparation for "Bikerhux does France" I took Monday off and embarked on my longest journey to date. Cambridge to the Cat-n-Fiddle in the Peak District.

The journey started with a brimming of the tank at the local petrol station before realising I'd left the GPS at home (D'oh) necessitating a small detour back past Chez Hux.

From there there's a lot of motorway miles, 143 to be exact taking the A14, and then the M6 up over the top of Birmingham and until I reached Sandbach Services for a wee break. This is just before the turnoff onto non-Motorway roads so was a good place to stretch the legs. From there it's off to Congleton and then Macclesfield which brings me out on the west end of the A537, the Cat-n-Fiddle road.

Unfortunately, just as I left Macclesfield it start raining which didn't help on this twisty windy road. I pulled over into a lay-by, donned my wooly neckwarmer and thermal top over my jumper (think "spiderman's really let himself go") and gave my visor a good clean as the rain stopped before heading off again. The road is lovely to ride and definitely worth another visit when the weather is better. There's some very tight turns, some straights up the side of hills, and cracking views all round.

The Cat and Fiddle Inn is on the top of the hill on this road, and as I arrived just around lunchtime, it would have been rude not to stop for a bite to eat. Cracking steak and onion baguette with a pint of coke to wash it down with and a couple more bikers sheltering from the cold in there too.
 

Bikerhux on tour - Peak District episode

This is the sign you're looking for

From there it's more twisty-windy-ness along to Buxton, then heading south down the A515 to Sudbury, A50 to the M1, then warp factor 9 all the way home.

Hmmm.. it wasn't like that this morning.

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A map of where I went.

A grand day out and it's increased my previous maximum daily mileage by 50%. Roll on the summer and some more long rides.

Brum Brum.

The long way to Long Melford

The British Summer, being what it is, needs to be used up when it eventually arrives so I reluctantly(*) put a days holiday in for Thursday and arranged with BikerFrank to have a ride out.

(*) Not reluctantly at all.

The 25 miles to his house warmed the bike up nicely and with the temperature being in the high 20's it didn't cool down much as we had a quick drink while planning where to go.

The route started with a filling of the tanks at Chez Tesco in Saffron Walden before heading off to Steeple Bumpstead (no sniggering at the back please). From there it's country roads all the way through the Clares (Clare and Stoke-by), Cavendish, and finally in to Long Melford itself. BikerFrank was much quicker through the corners taking the lead but my FZ6 "makes good progress" out of them quickly catching him up. All the little villages on the way were really quant (think Midsomer Murders type places, villages greens a plenty and corner shops). The roads are nice and twisty all the way there but there are a couple of patches of potholes to watch out for.

Eventually we rolled into Long Melford and parked the bikes up, catching our breath.

And... relax.

Long Melford, as it's name suggests, is, well, long. It's a long street with ye olde worlde shops on both sides, and as luck would have it, no lack of pubs eager to serve us sustenance. The Cock and Bell did us a couple of top Ciabattas and drinks, and the barmaid forced us to order clotted cream icecream for afters. No really. She did :p . I'm pretty sure clotted cream is a vegetable so that counted as one of the five a day, as did the salad I left at the side of my plate (you don't eat that do you?)

BikerFrank enjoys his pud.

We rode back again the same way with a little detour through Wimbish for me to play scarecrows.

Worzel-Hux has his biking head on

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After a refreshing cuppa and a choccy biccie at BikerFranks it was off home, arriving with 103 miles on the clock since I left in the morning and a nice tinging sound coming from the engine. Brum Brum :)

Getting the paper.. the Long Way Round.

Sunday is paper day, and the bike needed a top up so I took it on an outing to the petrol station 1 mile away. However, it was 25C, not a cloud in the sky, and I was in the mood for "making progress" so it was the scenic route back for me after brimming the tank off.

My cunning plan involved a bit of boring riding to warm the bike up before getting onto the road at Abington (see map later) which has some nice sweeping bends which makes up for the plethora of low speed limits and signs saying don't speed.

From there Haverhill looms large so bearing swiftly left to nip round the back of it the A143 beckons which is a lovely country road all the way up to Bury St Edmunds. There were dozens on bikes in this road and we all nodded at each other while grinning manically inside our helmets while enjoying the route. I obviously wasn't the first one to find this road :-)

After reaching Bury my arse was complaining so I took the quick way home along the A14, making it back to the petrol station I left earlier a mere 90 miles later, and needing to refill the tank yet again.

The bike could be heard sighing to itself when I finally rolled up on the drive as the engine went "ting ting ting" as it cooled down.

A grand day out and a top road found for future rideouts.


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Now available in HD

Do-it-Dave and I finally succumbed to the irresistible urge to purchase cameras for our bikes to record our ride outs. That nice chap Tim at Pashnit did us a cracking price on two GoPro HD cameras plus mounting brackets and today was the first day without snow, rain, sleet, other generally horrible weather so we could try them out. 

There are enough brackets in the kit that comes with the camera to mount it in almost any place on you or the bike but I've gone for the helmet mounted option for the moment.

The main issue with helmet cam is that you can't tell when it's lined up correctly. However, with the aid of a laser pen from eBay (£2 in my hand) and two squares of velcro you have BikerHux of Borg, now with laser targetting.
 

 You can see it's attached to the side of the camera and the dot just to the left of my head is the laser. Before a rideout this lets you line up on the garage door and lock off all the bolts before popping the pointer in your pocket and heading off at high(*) speed.

(*) Not actually high speed officer.

Dave has gone for the side mounted helmet cam and also a mounting bracket on the front brake master cylinder for a bike mounted forward shot (the same position on my bike gives you a lovely view of a light smoke windscreen but his just pokes round the edge). 

The first ride out (after bacon and sausage butty rations were consumed) just took us on a loop out to the dual carriageway and back again to check all the alignments. As we were about to pull off the drive a police car drove past, and then as we headed out it had done a spin round the roundabout at the end of the road to follow us. Unfortunately for him, we'd turned the opposite way. Better luck next time mate :p

A spin up onto the A428 gave nice straight and emptyish roads where I could overtake dave and he could overtake me getting some nice passing shots.

Me passing Dave. Sights you don't see too often.

After passing Dave we did a loop round the next roundabout to come back again and got some nice knee down action of BikerHux.

 A loop around the roundabout brought us back again and up to the police, yet again who were camped out, for safety reasons, nothing to do with revenue generation, behind some trees trying to catch speeders on the dual carriageway.

 

They might be slightly less visible if they didn't have a large arrow with POLICE on the top of it ;-)

Just round the corner I spotted yet another of their chums, this time on a bike, pulling onto the next roundabout. I saw the exit he came on at so had a pretty good idea he where he was going, but the sneaky bugger did a 360 so I had to stop at the roundabout. They were obviously out to try and trip people up. Grrrr.

 

Move along now. Nothing to see here. No naughty bikers. He's gone .... spank it!!!!!

Dave was obviously ready for another cuppa and a sandwich as he pulled a cheeky overtaking manoeuvre, complete with a nice backfire on the way back to Chez Hux .

 

After cups of tea were brewed we played back the video from the cameras to check the alignment of them was correct. Mine was a bit too much up in the air capturing more sky than stricly necessary and Daves just catches the front of his windshield so slight tweeks later we headed out again. 

This time we got caught in a downpour but Dave-cam comes with automatic windscreen wipers (he leaned forward and wiped it with his glove). Mine on the other hand is on top of my head so I have to go fast to blow the raindrops off it. Officer.

The backroads were covered in mud, gravel, potholes and misc things not conducive to bimbling along on bike so we took it gently on this route. 

Dave caught me up at the junction here and lulled me into a false sense of security. 

 

 As I pulled out gently (missus) he spanked the arse off his bike and headed off at warp speed into the distance leaving me chuckling merrily.

By now, toasted sandwiches were calling so we attended to that and checked the footage of the 2nd ride  before heading out on the last and longest ride. This was out past cambridge, hopping off the A14 towards Newmarket for some nice sweeping bends. 

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Coming back up the M11, one of the boys in blue was doing 71 mph and watching for people overtaking him which stacked the traffic up no end. Ho Hum. Dave drove past him at 72 mph but I just sat and waited till he turned off before "making progress". The rain then started so I headed straight home while Dave made a dash for his garage making it just as the rain got heavy. I meanwhile did 10 miles in the spin cycle up the dual carraigeway and sat drying off while reviewing the days footage. 

All in all the quality of the footage is really good. On full HD (1920x1080) it's churning out 100 MB per minute which means a 16 GB card won't be full before the battery runs out (or you need to stop for a wee, whichever comes first). Now we just need some nice weather to go for longer rides and gets some movies of knee down action. Roll on Spring!!!