Thursday 29 May
So making this epic journey will be :
Me ( R1200GS Adventure 90 Yr )
Jono ( R1200GS Adventure TE )
Stuart ( R1200GS Adventure )
Geoff ( Honda Crosstourer )
Carl ( Moto Marini )
Paul ( Suzuki GSX750 )
Keith ( Triumph Tiger )
Harry ( R1200GS TE )
Tony ( Honda Varadero )
So we all meet up at Haydock Island at 7am. As usually on our departure day it's raining. A few hello's and a bit of banter and at 7.30am we are all fuelled up and ready to go.
I set off, but as I look down I have the dreaded lights of doom flashing at me, I am loosing pressure from my rear. We park back up to find a 3" screw sticking out of my back tyre, thanks Mr. Joiner !!! I fill the hole with the liquorice type repair kit and inflate the tyre, it seems to hold ok.
I know there is a National Tyres about 2 miles away so it is decided to have it fixed properly. On arrival I'm told that they won't be able to repair it as all motorbikes have magnesium wheels, I'm on a GSA with spoke wheels FFS !!! However, it seems to be holding pressure ok so I decide to run with it for a bit. As we gear up to go problem number 2 appears, Jono's all singing and dancing GSA WC has the common switchgear problem, he uses both his thumbs on the starter button and it fires into life, off we go.
We stop for fuel at Newport Pagnell Services, next stop Eurotunnel, or so we thought !!!
As we approached the Dartford Bridge the traffic was stop / start, we start to filter travelling at around 10mph, no madness and no heroics, just nice and steady between lanes 3 and 4. As I ride past a large white van who was in the outside lane, the driver decided to move over suddenly, I hear a clatter and think he's hit my pannier, but as I look down and back expecting to see my pannier on the floor, i could see my pannier was ok but instead Stuarts GSA was on its side with Stuart lying next to it. I quickly get off my bike and run the 8yrds back to him, we pick up the bike and get it to the hard shoulder. The bike isn't too bad, but Stuart is complaining about pain in his right wrist. Details are exchanged with the White Van Man and the nearest hospital is found on the Nav, its only a couple of miles away on the other side of the bridge. Stuart decides he's ok to ride the couple of miles so off we go. It's not good news at the hospital, Stuart has a broken wrist and won't be able to continue. We get his bike ready for recovery and say our goodbyes, time is ticking on and we've missed our 12.50 Eurotunnel by a good few hours.
The helpful people at Eurotunnel allowed us on the next available train at no extra cost and at 16.40 we left the UK (and hopefully) our problems behind.
Arriving in France at 6pm it was decided to ditch the "scenic" route we had planned and take a direct route to Reims, our first hotel, it was still 208 miles and 3 hours away.
Sure enough, at 9pm we arrived at Hotel Europe in Reims, a place we had stayed in many times before, nice hotel with secure parking at the rear. The bikes were parked, unloaded and off we went for a shower and change.
An hour later we re grouped in reception. Reims wouldn't be Reims without our usuall first night meal, Filet De Boeuf
Followed by a few Mousstache Beers
We have a few more beers and discuss the events of the day, 1 puncture, 1 dodgy starter button and 1 accident resulting in a broken wrist. Its decided that problems come in 3's and we've had our 3, so that's it, plain sailing from now on.
We retire to our rooms looking forward to a problem free day tomorrow !!!