First trip on the new bike. So, packed and off to the ferry
to Belfast, a port I haven't used for nearly 20 years.
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| Ailsa Craig on the horizon |
There were a goodly number of bikes on this crossing,
including a number of huge Indians and Triumph Rocket IIIs, which simply
dwarfed the Speedy.
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| Not feeling in any way inadequate at all |
The trip over was uneventful other than being loaded dead
last onto the ferry at Cairnryan, something I've never had happen in all the
years I've been travelling. Normally they like to get the bikes on and secured
first, which often means we can get away quickly once we dock at the other end.
Not so this time. More of an inconvenience than a complaint, I'd maybe not be
so blasé about it if I'd been kept waiting in the rain for over half an hour
while everyone else got on ahead of me, though.
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| They do say that MZ riders need a sense of humour |
The rally itself is technically organised as an MZ Riders
Club event, but no one is particularly precious about that and you are made
more than welcome whatever mode of transport you arrive on and folk bring
whatever they happen to be riding at the time.
I was particularly taken with the ex-police Velocette LE 200
'Noddy Bike'. It had come a long way on what turned out to be its maiden trip
after an oily rag restoration. Not too sure if I'd have been too keen on taking
a 60 year-old 200cc machine onto the motorway. I was feeling insecure enough
about being on the smallest bike I've ridden in years at 865cc.
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| Royal Enfield Himalayan |
Anyway, the weekend proceeded much as these things do.
Eating, drinking, catching up with friends old and new, and riding around the
Irish countryside, weather permitting.
Music at the holiday centre and in the
pub was provided courtesy of those who had brought their instruments with them.
The pub is used to this after all the years we've been coming. It saves them
putting on their own entertainment, I suppose.
And all too soon it is time to pack up and head back to the
ferry for the return trip.
On the ferry home we bumped into a couple of lads
from London with their teenage sons in tow riding huge BMWs and planning on a
road trip with a little wild camping thrown in and taking in the west coast of
Scotland, out to Orkney and Shetland, before heading home down the east coast. Originally
jealous, the horrible weather in the week since has changed to relief that I wasn’t
doing it.
So, overall impressions of the new bike on this its first
real test?
Well, it's actually quite comfortable after you get used to
it, but I'm definitely going to need some sort of screen if I plan on using the
bike for longer journeys. While never overly uncomfortable, the constant wind
in your face and chest make riding any distance quite tiring.
Acceleration and speed were a bit of a disappointment at
first. It's a cruiser after all and isn't intended to win many races. I've since
discovered that its output is actually capped, so top speed is about 95mph at a
push, though speed is not its selling point, making the name a bit of a
misnomer.
It’s also a bit snatchy at low speeds and around town so I’m
looking into changing the front sprocket to a larger one to partly compensate
for this as I reckon the gap between first and second gear is a bit too large
as it stands.
Ground clearance is an issue and I’ve lost count of the
number of times I’ve grounded the footpegs on corners. I’ll doubtless get used
to it but bumping it up a kerb is a definite no-no as I’d likely rip the underslung oil
filter right off. Bad enough to hear it scrape a little putting it away into the
shed.
The leather tank bib thing was useless, so I've removed it
and bought a small magnetic tank-bag to hold things I’d like to hand instead,
and I've relocated the sat-nav from its original location near the clutch lever
to a mount through the top handlebar clamp to position it more in my line of
sight.
Overall, though, I enjoyed its first major outing and after
making a few further adjustments it should be ready for the bigger trip later on
in the month.
