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(bear with me on this one, it gets better later with some nice bike pics )
We're all fed up with the 1200, 800 and 650 owners suffering so many QC issues so we decided it was time for some positive action.......so we decided to go and kick in their front door in München and demand some answers.......
We set off without tickets or much of a plan, just a bike, two people, a bad attitude, some pink hair and some questions to be asked.
Because I'd been waiting in all day for the helmet I'd ordered to be delivered by the really really slow people at DKN Motorcycles, we got to Dover late in the evening and paid a silly amount to the nice lady in the kiosk to get across (note to self...pre book next time! )
I had intended to get a few week's breakdown cover in the offices there, but of course they were shut.......fortunately we were on a high mileage, badly treated 1150 so we knew it wouldn't break down
I hate Northern France.....and with the time difference, it was VERY late when we got into the grey dank expanses of Calais' industrial wastelands......a bit of chasing the neon signs interspersed with a few prods on the GPS found us rejected at a Formule 1, then some other dire card operated unattended modular rabbit hutch, but half an hour later we were ensconsed in the hotel opposite the Eurocity fag and booze emporium.
OO look, shiny new helmet and arty photo!!
(Yes, it's the Givi X01...more on that later )
I don't like doing what the French want me to do so we parked the bike where we could see it (and hear the alarm) from the rabbit hutch window......
Before I go on, I should say that the camera is busted ok? The screen on the back doesn't work, so you can't see what you're taking a pic of, what settings it's on and you can't tell if the flash is going to go off or anything, that's why the pictures are pants.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it
Next day we hit Belgium.......The country where every house has to have by law, a cow (or more), two sheep and a goat in their garden.
Funny, they don't have farms outside towns like we do...they're in the middle of other blocks of houses
Belgium's clean too.....like all the other Yoooropean countries, no wonder they all think we're dirty bastards...we really are!!
Somehow though, boring though it is, we liked Belgium...it's sort of 'nice- nice roads, nice light, nice towns, nice people.....it's just, nice.
I'd spent a long time putting in all the WP's from the German campsite database in Whatton's fine collection of WP's thread....
GERMAN CAMPSITE DATABASE MY HAIRY ARSE!!!!
Some tw@t must have sat there and picked off 532 campsites from some large scale map, then blind folded himself and stuck pins in roughly the same country that the campsites were in........don't use the list and expect to find a campsite where the WP is!!
(Not your fault Kev, and I will amend the list soon but that particular one is a pile of poo )
The first WP we tried put us right in the middle of Aachen.....several KM inside the town boundaries in fact, right next to a petrol station and a dentists.
Which was nice.
So on to the next one.......that took us up an old gravel farm track which took us into an old grass meadow which took us nowhere......
As with all travel using a GPS, we had to use a bit of common sense and we noticed that there was a large lake a mile or so away, and lakes mean boats and peopple and bars and .......campsites, so off we went.
ANd found a campsite
Not a bad place either- lots of midges but that's to be expected near water so tough titties.....it wasn't busy either so we found a nice spot and settled in.
We're all fed up with the 1200, 800 and 650 owners suffering so many QC issues so we decided it was time for some positive action.......so we decided to go and kick in their front door in München and demand some answers.......
We set off without tickets or much of a plan, just a bike, two people, a bad attitude, some pink hair and some questions to be asked.
Because I'd been waiting in all day for the helmet I'd ordered to be delivered by the really really slow people at DKN Motorcycles, we got to Dover late in the evening and paid a silly amount to the nice lady in the kiosk to get across (note to self...pre book next time! )
I had intended to get a few week's breakdown cover in the offices there, but of course they were shut.......fortunately we were on a high mileage, badly treated 1150 so we knew it wouldn't break down
I hate Northern France.....and with the time difference, it was VERY late when we got into the grey dank expanses of Calais' industrial wastelands......a bit of chasing the neon signs interspersed with a few prods on the GPS found us rejected at a Formule 1, then some other dire card operated unattended modular rabbit hutch, but half an hour later we were ensconsed in the hotel opposite the Eurocity fag and booze emporium.
OO look, shiny new helmet and arty photo!!
(Yes, it's the Givi X01...more on that later )
I don't like doing what the French want me to do so we parked the bike where we could see it (and hear the alarm) from the rabbit hutch window......
Before I go on, I should say that the camera is busted ok? The screen on the back doesn't work, so you can't see what you're taking a pic of, what settings it's on and you can't tell if the flash is going to go off or anything, that's why the pictures are pants.
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it
Next day we hit Belgium.......The country where every house has to have by law, a cow (or more), two sheep and a goat in their garden.
Funny, they don't have farms outside towns like we do...they're in the middle of other blocks of houses
Belgium's clean too.....like all the other Yoooropean countries, no wonder they all think we're dirty bastards...we really are!!
Somehow though, boring though it is, we liked Belgium...it's sort of 'nice- nice roads, nice light, nice towns, nice people.....it's just, nice.
I'd spent a long time putting in all the WP's from the German campsite database in Whatton's fine collection of WP's thread....
GERMAN CAMPSITE DATABASE MY HAIRY ARSE!!!!
Some tw@t must have sat there and picked off 532 campsites from some large scale map, then blind folded himself and stuck pins in roughly the same country that the campsites were in........don't use the list and expect to find a campsite where the WP is!!
(Not your fault Kev, and I will amend the list soon but that particular one is a pile of poo )
The first WP we tried put us right in the middle of Aachen.....several KM inside the town boundaries in fact, right next to a petrol station and a dentists.
Which was nice.
So on to the next one.......that took us up an old gravel farm track which took us into an old grass meadow which took us nowhere......
As with all travel using a GPS, we had to use a bit of common sense and we noticed that there was a large lake a mile or so away, and lakes mean boats and peopple and bars and .......campsites, so off we went.
ANd found a campsite
Not a bad place either- lots of midges but that's to be expected near water so tough titties.....it wasn't busy either so we found a nice spot and settled in.