This is my journal of a recent trip. Mike Hyde (Boxertools), Dave Horton (Sgt Bilko) & I visited Gibraltar for their National Day on the 10th September. Mike Hyde’s mother is Gibraltarian and both he and his wife hold joint citizenship. The plan was to cover the entire distance off dual carriageways and Motorways (with the exception of getting to Dover and clearing Calais). Bilko had less time, so planned to join us at the Spanish border and would also depart early. Mike's wife, Caroline, would fly out to Gibraltar and ride back with Mike. Bilko & I have both got GS Advs and Mike has a R1100S.
That was the plan – but plans change……….
Weds 3rd September 2003
Woke at 2.23am. TWO TWENTY BLOODY THREE! Tried to get back to sleep (never works, but I’m an optimist). Eventually (0400) got up, watched TV for 10 minutes & had a bowl of wheaties, back to bed at 0430. Dozed fitfully until the alarm went off at 0630.
Got the bike (fully packed the night before) out of the garage, then put the Scabalier on the driveway, leaving the battery on trickle charge (battery’s been less than reliable lately). Left the house at 0703….
Picked up Mike at 0715, on the road at 0720. Mike can hear me on the bike-to-bike radio, but either his mic or my receiver appear to be defective. Because of his tank bag - he's unable to see his GPS..... Made our way down to Mildenhall via Brandon – beautiful morning. New riding kit (Tiger Angel) is quite comfortable, except that the trousers are not high enough in the waist (they only arrived yesterday - perfect timing ). 'Ultimate Earplug' monitors seem OK so far – Roxy Music takes me to the M25 – Betty (Bitching Betty – GPS) clearly audible.
Very light traffic at Dartford, sees us arriving at Maidstone Services with an hour to spare. Time for a fat-boy, heart-attack-on-a-plate full English breakfast, then off to fill up with petrol. Arrive at Dover & experience a very easy check in (I’m always a little nervous turning up somewhere with just a reference number, but P&O did us proud - that was after Mike tried to pull me over because he was sure we were booked on Norfolk Line…)
An hour and a half transit found us in Calais and on the Péage towards Paris, Reims etc. First fly in the ointment – the GPS came up with a dialogue box I’d not seen before when I loaded the route we’d planned weeks ago in Mike & Caroline’s kitchen. I think it’s because there are too many waypoints in it. I try to persevere, not, to be honest, aided much by Mike’s ‘I’m just following you’ attitude. I explained that I didn’t consider I was leading this trip – it seems to have had the desired effect….
Eventually get off the Péage (€9.90!) and start a game of hide & seek through every village in Northern France
– trying to keep up with the GPS which seems to be guestimating its way around. I’m tired now, and getting ratty & inattentive. The bloody earplugs aren’t keeping the noise of the bike out and I’ve got ringing in my ears. After doing a U turn using a junction, I find myself on the wrong side of the road before correcting myself. We stop & agree to find somewhere to stay for the night.
We consult Betty & are directed to the hilltop town of Laon – or rather we would’ve been if the French Traffic Commissioners hadn’t decided to re-surface & close every road between us and the town….
Eventually got in and spent about an hour vainly searching for an hotel with vacancies before Mike has the brilliant idea of following our corrected route and looking for an hotel on the way out of town. Bingo, we arrive at a ‘Campanile’ (a bit like a Travel Lodge) at the convergence of 2 major roads and a railway line. To be honest, I’d given up caring, so long as it had a bed and a shower.
Well the shower did the job, indeed, it was so powerful it almost put me through the wall. Sufficiently cleansed Mike & I went down and Franglaised our way through the menu and had a passable meal (although Mike still reckons the cold beef was more likely equine in ancestry….) washed down with a couple of beers. Later we re-plan the entire route from Laon to St Gaudens (our RV with Bilko) and load it into both GPSes – Hurrah – it works! Last coffee before hitting the sack at about 2200 (that’s only 2100 BST, but we were tired). French Pop Idol is called ‘Dans un Instant’…………….
That was the plan – but plans change……….
Weds 3rd September 2003
Woke at 2.23am. TWO TWENTY BLOODY THREE! Tried to get back to sleep (never works, but I’m an optimist). Eventually (0400) got up, watched TV for 10 minutes & had a bowl of wheaties, back to bed at 0430. Dozed fitfully until the alarm went off at 0630.
Got the bike (fully packed the night before) out of the garage, then put the Scabalier on the driveway, leaving the battery on trickle charge (battery’s been less than reliable lately). Left the house at 0703….
Picked up Mike at 0715, on the road at 0720. Mike can hear me on the bike-to-bike radio, but either his mic or my receiver appear to be defective. Because of his tank bag - he's unable to see his GPS..... Made our way down to Mildenhall via Brandon – beautiful morning. New riding kit (Tiger Angel) is quite comfortable, except that the trousers are not high enough in the waist (they only arrived yesterday - perfect timing ). 'Ultimate Earplug' monitors seem OK so far – Roxy Music takes me to the M25 – Betty (Bitching Betty – GPS) clearly audible.
Very light traffic at Dartford, sees us arriving at Maidstone Services with an hour to spare. Time for a fat-boy, heart-attack-on-a-plate full English breakfast, then off to fill up with petrol. Arrive at Dover & experience a very easy check in (I’m always a little nervous turning up somewhere with just a reference number, but P&O did us proud - that was after Mike tried to pull me over because he was sure we were booked on Norfolk Line…)
An hour and a half transit found us in Calais and on the Péage towards Paris, Reims etc. First fly in the ointment – the GPS came up with a dialogue box I’d not seen before when I loaded the route we’d planned weeks ago in Mike & Caroline’s kitchen. I think it’s because there are too many waypoints in it. I try to persevere, not, to be honest, aided much by Mike’s ‘I’m just following you’ attitude. I explained that I didn’t consider I was leading this trip – it seems to have had the desired effect….
Eventually get off the Péage (€9.90!) and start a game of hide & seek through every village in Northern France
– trying to keep up with the GPS which seems to be guestimating its way around. I’m tired now, and getting ratty & inattentive. The bloody earplugs aren’t keeping the noise of the bike out and I’ve got ringing in my ears. After doing a U turn using a junction, I find myself on the wrong side of the road before correcting myself. We stop & agree to find somewhere to stay for the night.
We consult Betty & are directed to the hilltop town of Laon – or rather we would’ve been if the French Traffic Commissioners hadn’t decided to re-surface & close every road between us and the town….
Eventually got in and spent about an hour vainly searching for an hotel with vacancies before Mike has the brilliant idea of following our corrected route and looking for an hotel on the way out of town. Bingo, we arrive at a ‘Campanile’ (a bit like a Travel Lodge) at the convergence of 2 major roads and a railway line. To be honest, I’d given up caring, so long as it had a bed and a shower.
Well the shower did the job, indeed, it was so powerful it almost put me through the wall. Sufficiently cleansed Mike & I went down and Franglaised our way through the menu and had a passable meal (although Mike still reckons the cold beef was more likely equine in ancestry….) washed down with a couple of beers. Later we re-plan the entire route from Laon to St Gaudens (our RV with Bilko) and load it into both GPSes – Hurrah – it works! Last coffee before hitting the sack at about 2200 (that’s only 2100 BST, but we were tired). French Pop Idol is called ‘Dans un Instant’…………….