Bikes sold - Scottish summer again

So first the good news, both the VFR and sidecar have gone to good homes, the sidecar took ages to sell and of course if you drop the price low enough someone will buy it, thats what happened and we took a fair hit on the money invested in it but we had a great time so now someone else can enjoy (at a more affordable price)

There is no bad news and last weekend was pretty good, always the threat of showers but warm enough, typical Scotland (apart from the warm enough) Saturday we exercised the modern bikes with the ER6 and the newly acquired 865 Bonneville getting an airing, all good and a useful chance to see how the Bonnie works on the ploughed fields marked as roads in Scotland, maybe Scotland as well as being the best place for manufacturers to test waterproofs and midge repellent could also be a great place to test suspension! Of course it's summer so the council are busy chipping all the back roads so its a great place to test resistance to stone chips as well. The Bonneville is growing on me, I need to put it to a real test so it will be my transport on our forthcoming Euro tour, a full report warts and all when I get back (on the Bonneville not the warts!)

Sunday we had a wobble around some of Perthshire's finest on two Commandos' Fi on the mighty Fastback and me on the JPN complete with traction control in the form of a slipping clutch, on inspection I was reminded that I'd replaced the plates with Rodgers Hi Torque plates, its all cleaned up and if the issue happens again the plates will be replaced with standard ones and Rodgers renamed No Torque plates and consigned to the shelf until I forget and fit them to another bike in future.
There is an ongoing saga with Bill Parr's Fastback, I won't report for now until it plays out to its conclusion, needless to say it involves much "last of the Summer wine" type antics and stupidity but we are getting there, I have learned some things as I'm sure Bill has, just a tip, if someone says "can you check my clutch" just reply with "good god, is that the time, I must be going" all good stuff though and Bill has kept my sanity up with some nice whisky, there will be a story in the NOC newslettter in future.

Oh and in other gossip, Eric of Smokeytoon fame was reported to me by more than one person to have broken down with his outfit in Tesco car park Friday evening, I rushed up to offer abuse but he was leaving on the truck of shame just as we arrived, apologies for not getting there sooner Eric, you could almost have freewheeled to my workshop and after abuse we may have got you going again, remember in future. Hopefully all is good again.

Enough drivel, some pictures....

Layby in the sun

Glen Quaich from Kenmore

and again

JPN looking over the Tay Valley

Fiona looking at the camera

Classic Nortons in a Classic setting 

Selling bikes is a nightmare

Something we don't do very often is selling bikes, we tend to buy them and keep them but we really need a wee clear out especially as another big trip is in the planning stage and the fleet seems to have grown to ridiculous levels recently. The sidecar we have been trying to sell for a year or so, not easy things to sell as there is a limited market, however we have dropped the price, advertised it and all we seem to get are fantasists who enjoy wasting my fecking time, question after question, Ebay, Gumtree and other such marketplaces and all filled with willy pulling fantasists probably telling their mates down the pub they are thinking of buying a sidecar!

Just the job for 2 fat ladies, 2 fat men or a mix of both

Our VFR, nice honest 21 year old Honda, 41K miles and very clean £1300 and yet everybody seems to be an expert haggler now, trying to get it for a pound and a box of old Beano's plus they want a full documented service history!

Genuine bike sir, suits you!

I suspect the bike game is going through hard times, especially secondhand bikes, thank god I don't do this for a living! I suppose the question is why would you buy an older bike when you can walk into a dealer with no money and walk (or ride out) with a new bike for £3 a month for three years by which time you'll be bored of this biking lark and go back to the golf club, badminton Club or wherever these morons came from in the first place. I do despair for the future of two wheels, the Scottish government trying to dissuade youngsters by declaring a climate emergency! It's all our fault, people with too much money and old bikes burning petrol for the sake of it, remember when we had heatwaves in the past? Everybody enjoyed it and said how marvellous it was, now it's the end of the world.
Rant over, and so is the good weather, now its pissing down, so does that mean the emergency is over?
We did during todays climate emergency manage a great jaunt to Kenmore for an average cup of tea served by average waiting staff, the run though was excellent and we managed Glen Quaich both ways (I will not mention the complete retards who have no idea how to drive on a single track roads) It was joyous, the red Commando burbling away, Fiona relieved to be riding her comfortable and very faithful ER6 which has just come out of a long hibernation, sunshine (well it was cloudy but my head said sunshine)   Perthshire truly has some marvellous roads and scenery and its great to be able to enjoy it, BTW that Commando is for sale at a rather high price of £8K but that's how much its cost me so far, runs well, starter works and it shines up well also!

This was last week in Aberfeldy and I think the T3 deserved a photo

The mighty Norton in a mighty setting

Very tidy bike sir, an appreciating classic

Fiona was the pathfinder!

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 !

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