Sammy Millers 2th

woodsie

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Had a great time.

Only six from the Pied Bull, including Mush from Ramsgate so an early start there. We were late at pick up point 1 in part due to an intense GPS lesson making us leave later than 09.30. It must be very difficult when teachers just can't get the message across. (Very patient Howard M, very confused Phil, but it LOOKS THE BUSINESS ON THE BIKE!!)

Fair gaggle at the Hogs Back, the North contingent met us there so an earlyish start for them at The Ace. Yosi's brief concluded with masterful wit and banter with the judge.

A select few patient types tagged along at Four Marks.

Running down the A31 in the group was an impressive site in the mirrors. 24 bikes, 22GS's, 1 R and 1 Kawasaki. From the front it looked like a ribbon of lights. Peters bike looking like a wall of blue tanking along.

M 27 was chock-a-block so filtering necessary to keep momentum.

One small detour at the end of the M27 (sorry about that guys!!)caused nothing more than a small and endearing trip through the delectable village of Minstead. The ride down to Lyndhurst was a sea of cars so white line riding was the only way to keep going there. Impossible for the whole group to have overtaken a visiting Dutch car and caravan, so progress was further hampered after Lyndhurst.

Arrived at Miller's and with all the bikes lined up it was an impressive sight. There were a few more parked up in the place so GS's by far the most represented models at the time we were there.

Lots of orders at the chuck wagon lead to long waits so lots of chat and putting the world to rights.

The words on the supercharged 2-stroke DKW said that the bike can be heard 8 miles away on full throttle - at part throttle in the enclosed courtyard it was ear numbing!! The NSU Sportsmax was a great sight and lovely sound.

After food and drink a couple of hours spent looking at the museum bikes was the topping of the day. 99% in full renovated and working order and models there to wish and lust after.

Left the museum at 14.45. EVERYONE HAD GONE!!!! Gaggle of 650's waved goodbye and Howard (from Essex) and his mates just leaving.

Leisurely ride through the New Forest, past Beaulieu and then M27 and A roads home. Back to Maidstone at 19.15.

Good run, no incidents and hopefully a great time had by all. A few showers but nothing to spoil the day.

Thanks for all who came along, hopefully there will be larger numbers from the Pied Bull next time.

Woodsie
 
Cheers Woodsie for planning the route and taking on the lead role in getting us down to Sammy's en masse. Also thanks to Judge who did an excellent job of being the 'tail end charlie' and kept all the riders together.;)
 
Sammy Miller's Ride Out - As Viewed from the Rear

Well I volunteered for 'Tail-End Charlie' again and as Yosi delicately put it where else for the slow bike. Well at least when he rides a bike he wears a helmet so we don't have to look at that ugly mug for too long!! ;)

As has been pointed out just yer six at the Pied Bull (I think this venue is doomed Mr Mainwearing but that's another story). Less than said they were coming which does rather start you off on the wrong foot (are they coming, aren't they; shall we wait, shall we go?).

'H' ducked out of the planned route to follow one where you could use more than 20% of your tyres and I put on the 'H' belt cued up Meatloaf & Bruce Springsteen on the in-flight entertainment system and settled down for the M25/A3 leg of the journey. I woke up just in time for the Hog's Back turn off ;) where we met with the our first 'passengers' for the Sammy Miller 'Express'.

Yosi elected himself Ringmaster (no surprises here) and briefed the troops in his unique brand of 'pidgin', and we were off.... oh no we weren't we were picking up an Adventurer. Charlie Batty on the handlebars and me on the rear grab rail and it's up before Charlie could utter the words "don't worry we've all done it", no doubt an expression heard many times on his recent trip to the African desert, it fell naturally off the tongue and for a second you could almost believe him :D

Down on the A31, and whilst you couldn't describe it as twisty or progressive, on reflection it proved to be the better part of the journey. At Four Marks whilst I drained the petrol pump dry the rest of the train loaded up with our next set of passengers and then we were off. Until the M27 slip road off the M3 and ARRRRRGGGGHHHH gridlock, what happened to Bank Holidays starting on the Firday afternoon??? From here the progress was slllooowww, so slow that even Bakes and Mrs Bakes managed to catch us up as we got the hang of filtering 25 bikes - now where was City Slicker to carve open the lines of traffic with his sonic boom horns and eye shattering HID lights!!

We ducked off the dual carriageway at an unexpected point and suddenly this sleepy old village in the new forest was succumbed by the 'charging' of the Sammy Miller Express until Mrs Bakes decided to take on the role of Horse Whisperer and for the next 10 minutes the back end of the train was stuck at red while Mrs Bakes demonstrated she is to horse training what her hubbie is to Moroccan Street Vended 'Cuisine'. Finally the two New Forest ponies got out of the road and we were able to catch up (30MPH signs or not).

Fortuntaley Woodsie's route and his fondness for traffic jams meant they hadn't got far and after ignoring some double whites to manouver passed the Royal Dutch Caravan & Motorhome Club we were at our destination.

Only to find another queue of traffic, this time for the cafe. A bacon roll was 40 minutes and the tea to go with it 10 miutes after, still I got mine before Yosi and wasted no time enjoying mine 'in his face'.

So there's a bike collection in them barns eh? Well I'll have to take your word for it, though my burst ear drums can vouch for a loon on a rock of shite riding round the coutyard whilst I was snaring my apple pie and cream, but I didn't venture inside.

Nah for me the urgency to get back on my own vintage model and try and round off the now sqaured-off tyres meant I just needed a quick word with 'H' for the route back and off I went on my lonesome to remind myself where the GS is meant to me. I arrived home four hours later, tired and my left ankle sore from numerous gear changes, but a huge grin on my face.

Today, still a huge grin and the need to do something to make that seat more than two hours comfy. :D

Until next time then :moped:
 
:) :cool: Excellent day.

Thanks to Woodsie,Judge and all who did the organizing.

A good run down ( I thought ) to S.M, Bank holiday w/end an all

Thanks also go to those who picked my bike up ( Charlie & Judge )

I think ?

But in my defence I think she was a wee bit tired and just needed a laydown

Nice to meet some more GSERS, Dave H, Steve21 hope you

enjoyed your 1st Rideout as much as i enjoyed my 2nd.

Roll on next time, if i can make it .

I will yry and get some more in before I go home to Orkney in Aug

till next time....... ( keep smiling ) :D :D
 
No luck, Judge...

Sorry, Mr. Judge. I use a flip-up helmet so I'll make the point of lifting the front in your precence just to annoy you.

Concerning my pidging Inglish, that little amigo with a beard, Shokespier, my think, is muuch muuch worst. Don't tell me, compadre, you understand him...
 
Re: Sammy Miller's Ride Out - As Viewed from the Rear

judge said:

'H' ducked out of the planned route to follow one where you could use more than 20% of your tyres
Sorry 'bout that, but dual carriageways are anathema to me.

Nah for me the urgency to get back on my own vintage model and try and round off the now sqaured-off tyres meant I just needed a quick word with 'H' for the route back and off I went on my lonesome to remind myself where the GS is meant to me. I arrived home four hours later, tired and my left ankle sore from numerous gear changes, but a huge grin on my face.

Did you find the A272?

 


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