Hayride 2013

Hayride 2013

Hayride 2013

Summer joy

After going up hill and down dale, I passed through Matlock bath or as Mr Jones likes to call it "the strip", sure enough his bike was parked up, so I stop for a quick brew and chat with Ben, Dave and Shaz. We arrange to meet at the custom car night out at notts. some how I arrived before Ben, and we all have a smashing time. The end.

Out and about

Glens having a set of cases cast and machined, while his waiting has decided to re-jet his carb in the car park

Out and about

Linkert

And so fourteen hours later, one broken repaired bike, one broken terminal bike and the rest well that's history

Linkert

Linkert

The last leg......the Tamar Bridge.......eyes watering from 13 hours riding I look right and see....a Danny Lyon photo.............or is that Luke on the 45. I fill with the same feeling one of respect and understanding.....the last leg together.....and Glen we get word the he is storming down the motorway on his shovel...... Foot on the chain case, a mutual smile....so close

Linkert

The Indian started to behave itself, now with me on reserve and miles of rolling moor in front I could either worry and panic about running out of petrol or sit back and enjoy the view, I picked the later, as we rolled into Travistock Luke asked a very nice lady directions to the nearest petrol station. All filled up and only 12ish miles to go. Not 400 yards later I see a flash from under Andy's seat and the Indian comes to a sudden stop. A road side strip down ( using tools from all three of us ) finds a intermittent feed wire from the battery, cause a second "pair of points" and hence the miss fire, all crimped and rebuilt and off on the final final miles.

Linkert

The temperature ticking up and the miles clicking by, relaxed riding, stopping for fuel and water, fighting our way into the Exeter traffic, straight through to take then Dartmoor road, I said to Andy are you happy taking the Indian into the moors - oh yeah he replies - half way in the 500 becomes 250 and the already gutless Indian can't make it up the hill....a plug chop later and we are off, only to fail again and again each stop, attention and following start is enough for us all to believe that "problem solved" we are on the top of the moor is raining the Indian is broke and I've just switched to reserve............