Mot and Nortons at Tullybannocher

A busy weekend and an early start Saturday, still dark and raining with a hint of gale force winds for the ride up to Perth's Cherrybank Garage for an MOT test on the T3 Guzzi, strarnge I wasn't looking forward to the ride, normally I hate riding in the dark but something just clicked. The Guzzi humming (or banging) away below me, light traffic (most sensible people were still in their beds it being the weekend) and some quiet contemplation in the confines of my helmet, an excellent experience. Some good banter with Hamish and Jimmy Storar whilst they checked the bike over and always a sense of relief when you get a pass. Jimmy is off soon to ride in the Macau GP so good luck to him.
Strangely the ride home not as much fun, almost certainly as other road users were now wanting to share my road, crowding towards Edinburgh to no doubt shop for stuff they don't really need and can't really afford, such is the entertainment the non motorcyclist public get up to on a weekend.
Sunday we were up early (but the clocks changed so it wasn't that early!) and up to Tullybannocher via the M9 as the Forth road bridge was closed due to "essential roadworks" again. Scotlands road system is a joke, nobody in the ivory towers of power should be allowed to use the words traffic and management in the same sentence, maybe even the same paragraph!
A good turn out for the day including all the usual suspects and some very nice bikes, encouraging to see so many lady riders there on the day, even Martin from work made the effort to come up from Glasgow on his modern Kawasaki, hopefully the seed planted is maturing into a nice classic in the future. I think that's why its important to include all at these meetings, only by answering questions and being enthusiastic about our chosen hobby will we be able to win some over from the dark side. Old bikes are fantastic fun and a complete pain in the backside at the same time but given the choice only one bike in the garage (God forbid) it would be a classic despite the number of times I've sworn at them whilst sitting at the side of the road.
People make excuses, "I'm too old" "they're not usable on modern roads" "unreliable" "My knee is playing up" "My back can't take it anymore" what they really mean is they have become boring! Now I'll finish this rant by saying because of the upward inflationary pressures on Classics not everyone can afford to have one in the garage and I understand that but how do we get more people onto them, one way we don't is by trying to sell them at inflated prices, next time you get rid of a classic bike have a think how much fun it gives you, do you want top dollar for it only for it to go to someone who won't use it and only see it as an investment or drop the price a bit and sell it to an enthusiast? You decide (and no at the moment I've none for sale!)

One of the "Rondelli" Nortons

Jake's Falcone with external flywheel conversion 

David T's Smokey Joe

Ian brought along his nice BSA outfit

Berts Indian, Laurenne's BMW and Bill's Fastback share space

Phils Ducati complementing George's 650SS

Sandy with his latest ES2

And a recent Atlas he restored

Wormit boys in full force

Gratuitous shot of Phils Ducati, being used as it should be 

Italy, no bikes

Just returned from a week in Italy, no motorcycles but the tourist way via aeroplane & hire car. Flying into Nice last Saturday with Easyjet, an easy 2 1/2 hour flight that transports you from the frozen North to the Sunny Cote Azure. I still prefer to travel by bike but when you only have a week it's a waste of time and we have to compromise to find the Sun and fantastic Italian food and vino. Lunch on the twisting mountain road just past Monaco then across the border into Italy and into Ventimiglia for a supermarket stop for toiletries (the airlines make it almost impossible to carry them)
Then up to Rocchetta Nervina where I spent some years as a child. In the restaurant Saturday night and it was 10 minutes before the owner recognised me, its a nice feeling to feel at home in several different places and be accepted. A fantastic meal during which a heavy rainstorm started, there was nothing for it but to carry on drinking wine but after the third bottle we borrowed an umbrella and headed back to our Hotel. Sunday morning I bumped into Francesca just outside the Hotel, I've known her a few years now as she came to visit me whilst studying English for a year in Glasgow (which I always thought was funny, not sure English is what's spoken there) A day to visit the cemetery and remember all those who have passed away who formed a part of my life then back to the cafe, more vino, more superb food.
Monday the run up to Monza to meet up with Barbara and Riccardo who we met on the Belgium ferry a month ago, the run was a bit scary as our hire car (Citroen C3) handled like a Jelly on the twisty and narrow Autostrada Di Fiori. Riccardo picked us up at our hotel and we went to their place for a marvellous dinner and vino, a fantastic night and I'm sure we'll meet up again soon. The run back to the Hotel was interesting as we passed some African ladies of the night touting for business just near out hotel, now we know why Riccardo took us back to the hotel, there does seem to be a bit of an issue with prostitutes and pimps here, I'm sure its just as scary for the ladies, a sad and dangerous way to make a living on the streets.
Tuesday lunch in Lecco and once again noticeable groups of North Africans hanging around the car parks trying to sell rubbish to survive, I'd never seen that so far North before and its obviously the refugee / migrant numbers landing in Italy in huge numbers making their presence felt everywhere. Italy seems to be bearing the brunt of the problem, something needs to be done but I'm not qualified to make a decision on an issue which will very soon affect all of Europe.
On to the Guzzi factory at Mandello Del Lario, waiting for the museum to open George Ogg from Edinburgh appeared with a "hello Gino", small world indeed, the obligatory museum tour and then a visit to Agostini's to buy overpriced T shirts, lucky we were limited with hand luggage otherwise I may have left several hundred Euro's poorer groaning under the weight of Guzzi spares! 
Two nights in the fantastic Bellagio where I met fellow travellers Gene and Neda from Canada on their round the world motorcycle trip ( http://www.ridedot.com/rtw/), I recognised them from their internet posts so it was weird meeting up by chance.
A return to Rocchetta for some more visiting then a night in Nice and then a flight home, a short week, plenty sunshine, plenty vino, excellent food and great company, back to reality tomorrow! 

Lunch with this backdrop, not bad!

Monaco

Strange to see a namesake's name on a memorial

I've got a photo of me taken here when I was around 4 years old, I was smaller and cuter then!

The plaza has been restored nicely

Nice interior of one of the several chapels in the village

The old home town looks the same............

Wonderful hosts Barbara and Riccardo in Monza

Lecco

Pretty place

Surprise meet with George outside the famous gates to the Guzzi Factory

The first bike made commercially

Used by the Finnish police, note the ski's

3 cylinder Overhead Cam racer from 1940

For the Falcone fans!

2 floors of this, excellent

V twin long before Ducati done it

Factory wind tunnel helped develop fairings

The famous V8 500 

The first one made, the bike that started it all

Arriving in Bellagio

Pretty, and pretty steep

Beer before the Antipasta

Gene and Neda

Lago Di Como, sublime

Always steps though

So one must take rest

Lightning at night saved watching TV

Next day sunny again

Back in Rocchetta with Tina & Luigi

And a surprise meeting with a lady who went to school with me here (P1)

I eat Antipasta twice just because it is so nice.........

A visit to see Bruno

Nice, very Nice 

Naked men statues abound

Not long till the plane home