Friday, 14 June 2019

Norton meeting Strontian

Well the summer is shaping up to be a Scottish summer, unlike last year when the jet stream gave us a very hot dry Summer 2019 is proving to be cool (not in a cool, way out man way) and wet. Our by now annual trip to Strontian on the Ardnamurchan peninsula started off dry but at St Fillans we stopped to pull on the waterproofs as it was looking damp the further west we travelled, at least the St Fillans Ducks were enjoying the weather, us less so. Fiona was on her yellow 750 Commando , myself on the 850 Mk3 and Alex following as tail gunner on his V7 Guzzi, the trip through Tyndrum was crap with a 3 mile tailback due to roadworks (which they were in the process of lifting just as we bullied our way to the front) The Green Wellie, a popular stop with motorcyclists was still busy (God knows why most of Central Scotland's motorcyclists congregate on this overpriced place) The run through Glencoe was actually better than expected, the high cloud meaning you could see to occasionally overtake the hordes of tourists who blight what used to be one of my favourite roads, Motorhomes being driven by complete cretins, Caravans being driven erratically, hire cars being driven by people who drive with no consideration for locals trying to go about their business, Minibuses and coaches constantly spewing out hundreds of people taking photos and selfies of Scotlands splendor, sometimes I wish they would all just FUCK OFF!
We arrived as expected at the Corran Ferry which transported us away from tourist hell to the peninsula where all is good and the roads a pleasure. We were staying at the Campsite in Strontian but Fi & I had the foresight to book a hut when we were up earlier in the year, because of the damp weather the midges were doing their best to get a fill of everyone's blood, most of the regulars were unrecognisable as they were all wearing midge nets, not the most flattering of facial attire.
Friday night at the pub was excellent, many tales being told and slight falling over from me as we left at closing time due to losing my footing in a pothole, the whisky had no bearing on this whatsoever.
Saturday was due to piss it down all day however it didn't. Some went for a run, some stayed , walked took in the local flora and fauna and went to the pub.
Saturday night we had a BBQ at the Bothy onsite, thanks to the owner Tim for the coals and firelighters, thanks to Bill for BBQ Lighting and burger duties, thanks to Fiona and Lesley for general organisation and preparation of what was an excellent spread and all for a fiver a head and thanks to everyone else for their input, banter and for a great night.
Sunday appeared just after Saturday which made the world space time continuum appear at peace, some who had been midgeed to death made an early exit, we left at around 10.30 for a very wet run home, people leaving earlier missed the rain, my brother John left later and missed the rain also, the Nortons are obviously just a big rain magnet. One observation I made as we rode down through a very busy Glencoe on Sunday was that at one point there were more Chinese tourists on the hills than sheep, maybe now the sheep have met their match, the sheep (owners) displaced the indigenous population, now maybe the Chinese will displace the sheep, remember you read it here first!
A great weekend as usual, looking forward to the next one, hopefully more Nortons next time, it appeared to be more of an Italian Motorcycle convention last weekend?

Waterproofs stop
Waiting for the Ferry
Our ferry on the other side
Random Triumph guys we met
Beard a flappin
Some of the team
Lesley, Fiona and our barmaid for the evening
Brace of Nortons
Alex's V7
Relaxing
Tim, the campsite owner setting off on a wee holiday
Phil, out on his Ducati
Forfar John ripping it up on his v4 Aprilla (same engine in the TT Norton)
John and Lesley's bikes
The Burn
Dark skies
Tide out on the Loch
Brother John cooking
The team. Snibs wearing full midge gear
Splendid presentation !

Wednesday, 29 May 2019

Kilmac Southern Ireland

Late Bank holiday weekend brings the annual Irish Norton meeting at Kilmac, just south of Kenmare, we decided we should go as its been a couple of years since we were last there. Leaving after work on the Wednesday we headed through the rush hour traffic in Glasgow but I have to say most people made room for us to squeeze through so it wasn't too bad. Fuel at Girvan for the bikes and a stop at the chippy for fuel for us, a very pleasant trip down the Ayrshire coast to our accommodation at Cairnryan. Alex arrived eventually and we spent a couple of hours in the pub getting the banter. Very early start the following day, up before 6am to ride the couple of miles to the ferry, still dry so that's a bonus.
Sunset at Cairnryan
Alex adopting a weird stance
Fiona looking happy despite the early start
Two hours on the ferry saw us deposited in Larne around 9.30am and two hours later we arrived at Mickey McEneaney's place at Castlebellingham in the Republic. The bikes seemed to be going well which was good, its always a worry when you ride bikes almost half a Century old, despite preparation shit still happens. Fiona's bike has the 2 1/2 Gallon tank so after 100 miles its good to fill up, 120 miles and its a panic, 150 miles and your sitting at the side of the road wondering why you didn't stop 50 miles ago.
After an excellent lunch courtesy of Mickey's wife Pat we set of for Nena in County Tipperary for the night.Going through a particular town whose name escapes me but who obviously don't vote for the right people there was a particularly potholed and rough bit of road, this plus the vibration colluded to break the indicator mount on Fiona's bike, it fell of and some kind soul ran over it. Of course at this point the rain got heavier which is to be expected, parts of indicator retrieved we set off again and at a fuel stop we had a Bizarre moment when the forecourt felt like a scene from and early 70's movie as it filled up with old Vauxhalls going to a Vauxhall rally in Tipperary , without further drama we arrived at our B&B  just before the landlady, it was just starting to rain heavily again so probably good timing. The Landlady remembered us from our last stay, great to have a nice welcome, an evening in the pub and then the following day after a hearty breakfast (Friday) some rain to greet us when we set off.

The Dayglo brothers
Is it the 70's?
Photo-bombed by Michael
Just weird now

Really busy heading down to Kenmare probably because of the 5000 cyclists who have hijacked our weekend for a cycle race around the Beara peninsula, lunch just up the road from Kilmac and we arrived at 4, perfect time for a beer, the weekend was spent socialising and talking nonsense, great to see Martin Connachy as he has been in the wars and great to see him managing a few pints of Murphy's and on top form. We didn't go out on the run on Saturday as to be honest doing battle with 5000 lycra warriors isn't my thing, a great time was had despite that and my thanks to Martin who despite having other things to worry about managed to organise a great meeting again .
Sunday we left at almost dinnertime due to our good friend Alex having no concept of time (nothing new). A hard 370 mile run up to Ballygally just North of Larne for the night, as the day wore on the tiredness and the cold started to get to us, we arrived at 7.30pm having been on the bikes all day. A pleasant evening before the ferry back on Monday,  we parted company with Alex in Glasgow and as we headed North near Stirling the sky looked like the Apocalypse , then the torrential rain, the road turned to a river but we plodded through and glad to say the bikes never missed a beat. We arrived home at 8pm, cold but happy, thanks to all for the banter. 

Nortons at Kilmac
Parked for the weekend
Alex's Guzzi parked for the weekend
Luke's hobbit house on Lukes Island
Helen's Tavern
Quaint
Looking down the loch
The motorway to Kilmac (there are alternative routes but they have more grass than tarmac
Nortons at rest
Lukes BSA (may be for sale)
Colm looking confused
parking the Norton for the night
Mickey looking happy with himself
Martin explaining something
There was a wedding on, not sure if this was related, nice anyway
And its a Triumph
My Norton is faster than your Norton talk
Kevin, myself and Mickey comparing waist sizes
Joined by Martin
The girls
Post wine and beer and joined by John Martin from Texas
The end of a long day
Our hotel wasn't too shabby though
Antrim coast
Pre final leg conflab