Thursday, 28 July 2011

Day 1 - Norway Tour 2011

Musselburgh, Scotland to North Shields, England
Distance: 120 miles / 192 km
Song for today: On the Road Again, Canned Heat

After all the planning and anticipation, the day had finally arrived and, as a bonus, it dawned bright and sunny for a change. A short hop to North Shields and we'd be on our way. The bike itself was as ready as I could make it, and everything was packed ready for the off.
  

As you can see from the picture, I had managed to fit pretty much everything I was taking inside the hard luggage, with little left outside to tempt thieves or to simply fall off. The tank bag can't be removed without removing the seat, so it and it's contents were as secure as I could make them, and I usually removed stuff like my camera when I parked up.


We weren't leaving until 5pm, so I had a leisurely trip down to the ferry terminal, where I met up with Gareth and his Kawasaki KLE500 at a nearby restaurant. We talked over what we hoped to do once in Norway and had something to eat before booking in.

While I was waiting for him to arrive a bunch of Harley boys pulled up next to me. All open pipes, open-face helmets and sunglasses. You know, the usual uniform. They had to pass me to get inside, but managed to not only completely ignore me, but make sure I knew that they were completely ignoring me. Why do so many HD owners (and funnily enough, BMW owners, too) feel the need to do this?


Anyway, once on board we secured the bikes and headed for our cabin to get changed and settle in for the voyage. Next stop, foreign shores.


Prologue

I reckon that a single entry detailing the whole trip in full would be far too long to wade through, so I've decided to do it more like individual diary entries, one for each day of the journey. That's how my notes are arranged, so I think that it makes sense to do it that way, with possibly a couple of the 200+ photos that I took to illustrate things. The rest of the photos may make an appearance in due course.

Just before I left I had been reading "Oz: Around Australia on a Triumph", a book by Geoff Hill & Colin O'Carroll, and the authors had tried to come up with a song to best express how their day had went. I thought that it might be amusing to have a soundtrack to my own travels.

When you ride a bike you've often got too much time in your own head. I often find myself singing old songs (badly) to pass the time. Sometimes they're just something that I've heard on the radio and find difficult to dislodge, other times the scenery or weather or the like suggest a particular tune.

I've added a different song for each day of the trip, and they're really a mix of both. If you're not familiar with the tunes mentioned, you can try looking them up on YouTube. 


 

Monday, 25 July 2011

Norway Update

Finally got back from Norway yesterday. It was a very long trip, but worth it. Had a fantastic time. 

Apologies for the lack of updates on the road, but internet access wasn't as readily available as I thought that it would be, and using my iphone for the updates would have been prohibitively expensive. So, you'll have to wait until I finish writing up my notes for more details.


Quite surreal to land in Copenhagen on Friday and have people going on about how terrible everything is in Norway. 
Been on the boat for 16 hours and can’t quite understand what they’re going on about.
Norway was way cool. It was wonderfully sunny and laid back and we had a great time. What the hell are you talking about?
But what about all the bombs and killing and such? 
Huh? What the hell are you talking about?
I saw the front covers of the newspapers in petrol stations all across Denmark, Germany and Holland showing carnage, somewhere. However, as I don’t speak any of these languages it all passed me by. 
Bit of a shock to get home and see the news and finally work out what everyone was going on about.

Anyway, I’ll post some stuff during the upcoming week. I took over 200 photos, so there’s bound to be some worth sharing.

Sunday, 17 July 2011

On The Road

Well, we made it. However, this is the first chance that I've had to post anything as most campsites don't have computer access.

Several long days trawling through northern Europe saw us arrive in Oslo, which we then proceeded to leave immediately to head north for the polar circle.

We're now back down south and planning on the Trollstiggen roadway tomorrow morning - or possibly the Atlantic Bridge road (which has nothing to do with the Rod Stewart album of the same name) which a helpful Swede suggested we give a try.

Anyway, loads more with photos once I get back.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Norway


I have been making noises about going to Norway on the bike for some time now. While at Gairloch last year for the MZRC Scottish Rally my mate Gareth called my bluff and said that he'd always wanted to go as well, so why didn't we go together? I said that that was a great idea (alcohol is a terrible thing, it should be banned!), and we agreed that we'd go in the summer of 2011. That's now here, and we should be heading off tomorrow.


The Trip
The main problem with getting to Norway is that there is no direct ferry link from the UK any more, and certainly not from where we are in Scotland. So, getting there is difficult in itself and can seriously eat into your holiday time. Half of our trip will be spent just getting there and back.

It is possible to catch a ferry to Copenhagen in Denmark from Harwich on the south coast of England, but that would involve a trip of at least one day, and possibly two, at the beginning and end of the trip covering the length of mainland Britain. Neither of us wanted to do this.

It made more sense, we felt, to start in Newcastle (1), which is only a couple of hours away for both of us, take the ferry to Amsterdam (2) in the Netherlands, and then ride through northern Germany to Copenhagen (3). From there we will catch the second main ferry to Oslo (4) in southern Norway. Actually, just writing that has made me tired!

So that's what we're going to do. We've booked return ferries from Newcastle (South Shields) to Amsterdam (Ijmudjen) and from Copenhagen to Oslo. On the way out we have a hotel stop in Germany, with another on the return trip. 

The time taken to do this is about the same as travelling from Harwich, except we will mostly be travelling on foreign shores and on arriving back on the last day all we have ahead of us is a journey of a couple of hours rather than days. 

The Plan
Well, actually, here I've got to admit that there isn't much of one as neither one of us is too wedded to the idea that every waking second must be planned in advance and every eventuality anticipated. The only really fixed parts of the trip so far are the ferries we need to catch and a couple of hotel stops in Germany. Other than that, we mostly intend on making it up as we go along.


Once we reach Norway proper, the intention is to ride in a big anti-clockwise loop through the southern part of the country. Starting in Oslo we will be riding north to just above the arctic circle (5) so that Gareth can say he's camped there (masochist), and we may spend a day or so there before heading south and west, down the coast with its mountains and fjords to ride the spectacular Trollstiggen roadway (The Troll’s Ladder) in the picture above (6), before finally looping back to Oslo once more to catch the ferry home. 

We have decided to give Nordcap a miss, even though this seems to be the big destination for bikers, we won't be going that far north. Norway is, after all, a pretty big country, and I don't plan on spending the entire trip riding two or three hundred miles a day just to say that I've been to an expensive visitor centre at the tip of the back of beyond (think Lands’ End or John O'Groats and you've an idea of what I mean). 

Everything else will be in the lap of the gods.

Blog
I'm hoping that, with access to modern technology it will be possible to send photos and updates back home. So I might be able to post some stuff while we’re away. On the other hand, I might not. Only time will tell. Regardless of what happens, do expect the odd blurry photo and inane ramblings about Vikings and fjords to appear here once we’re back.


Wednesday, 6 July 2011

A Different Kind of Triple

You could say that I like the MZ Skorpion. I have owned three of them, one each of Traveller, Sport and Tour. All I need is a Sport Cup for the full set, or possibly one of the early Rotax-engined ones just to be a bit different. 


I bought my first one in 2002, a 1998 Traveller. It was a ‘cosmetically-challenged’ training-school machine in white with about 21k miles on the clock. It was a bit rough, although everything actually worked, and it was to get even worse as I pressed it into service as my daily hack. Used in all weathers it also lived outdoors for the next four years or so. In this trim I covered another 25k miles or so, using it for everything from my commute to work to rallies, as well as a couple of trips abroad. 

After all this abuse, on which the bike seemed to thrive, it got moved indoors into my new shed-cum-workshop. After I threw it down the road one sunny afternoon it got treated to some new bodywork and a new paint-job, it got a load of new bits fitted, and was generally tidied up. It looked great. As a consequence of all this coddling its engine decided to self-destruct on about 47k miles due to an oil starvation problem (and not because I forgot to put any in, as some folk would have you believe). 

 
An engine rebuild was on the cards until I managed to pick up a Sport on eBay for less than the cost of actually doing the work. The old bike now seemed destined to be broken for parts. When a low mileage Tour was also acquired, its days were finally numbered. 

I now had two running bikes and enough parts to, hopefully, keep them both on the road for a good few years to come. 

What is their attraction? Well, the build quality when new was excellent, with a stainless exhaust and braided hoses. There is a fair degree of adjustment available on both the footrests and handlebars (at least until the final variants with a single tubular handlebar), enough to accommodate most riders, I’d say. It's relatively light, nimble and quite nippy and, if you can live with the bane of all big singles, the vibration, it’s a very pleasant and easy bike to ride. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have no great problem with the vibration, and it’s certainly not as intrusive as on a number of other bikes I’ve owned, but it does get mentioned a lot. However, there's no getting past that it’s a big single. If you can’t live with the vibration then I’d recommend that you look elsewhere for your wheels. 
So, what are they like to ride? Well, they all behave much the same way. It is, after all, the same engine/frame combination with mostly only cosmetic differences. They accelerate fast enough, although the handling and suspension is a little more modest than to be found on modern machines, with the standard brakes (single disc front and rear) being more than adequate for the job asked of them. Top speed is equally modest, topping out at just over 100mph. Where it works best is on twisty A-roads where you can really throw it around, rather than trying to set new records for losing your license on flat, straight motorways, where iIt will sit quite happily at 70-80 mph seemingly all day should you wish to use it for touring, and return very favourable fuel consumption figures of around 50 mpg at those speeds. 

Having ridden all three variants I personally feel that the Traveller is the best all-round package if you're only going to have the one bike. With its fairing offering reasonable protection from both wind and weather, the standard Hepco & Becker 30 litre hard panniers offer a good carrying capacity which can be increased with larger 40 litre panniers and the addition of a top-box and/or tankbag. 


The Tour, by comparison, offers no such comfort, lacking both fairing and hard luggage. Without the fairing it does seem to be a much smaller bike, and riding it above 60 mph becomes a bit uncomfortable, as with most other ‘naked’ bikes on the market. It all depends on whether an un-faired machine is what you’re after. Most Tour owners usually fit some sort of screen to improve the bike’s usability, and some sort of luggage allows it to pressed into service for actually touring. 


The Sport is the biggest enigma. It is without doubt, well to these old eyes at least, the best looking of the three, and a bike for which the designers Seymourpowell Ltd won the 1994 Minerva Design Award. Its looks compare favourably with anything put out by other manufacturer,s and when parked up it does seem to attract a lot of attention. Well, until folks see the badge on the tank and start mumbling about two-strokes and oily rubbish etc. All quite sad really.

The Sport is stylish and sporty in appearance, yet it’s just not that fast. This is, you’ll admit, a bit of a drawback in a sports bike. Oh, it’s fast enough to break the national speed limit, but a comparison with any other run-of-the-mill middle-weight will show up the inadequacies in its performance. This is probably why Sports come up for sale quite regularly with relatively low mileages on them. People buy them on price and looks, and sell them when their expectations aren’t met with any actual performance. Shame really, as the more aggressive riding position and stiffer suspension mean that it is actually a very capable machine on fast, twisty roads. I find myself throwing mine around a lot and riding like a hooligan when the occasion arises. It makes a pleasant change from my other bikes and I can just about see the attraction in sports bikes in general.

In conclusion, I would recommend that you find yourself a nicely run-in Skorpion, buy it, and then look after it. It is a rewarding machine to own and is capable of doing most things well. There is also a certain attraction in having something so unusual, and should you take the tank badges off I guarantee that virtually no one will know what it is you are on.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Fettling

I’ve managed to put some miles on the Skorpion in the last week or so. However, there were a few things that I was unhappy about, mostly niggly noises and quite a bit of vibration. Also, the engine felt a bit ‘tight’, and I wasn’t overly happy with the pick-up on acceleration. It all worked fine, but I just had a feeling that it could be a bit better.

The problem is that it's been so long since I actually rode the Skorpion that I could have been getting upset about nothing. My main bike since last summer has been a Triumph Sprint ST, a big triple. A triple is always going to be less prone to vibration than a single, and acceleration is in a different class to the Skorpion.

I thought that a comparison ride would be useful, so asked Terry (MuZ660) if he’d care to lend me his Tour for a bit to try and get a feel for how it compared to mine. He said yes, and offered to come over as he was fitting some sealant glop to his tyres and he wanted to take it out for a run afterwards anyway. He said that he’d be over on Sunday.

Before that, however, I did spent much of Saturday working over the Skorpion.

Checking things again I discovered a couple of perished rubber hoses, so changed them for new. I replaced the coolant, which is a ten minute job, and removed and set up the carbs, which were mostly okay. When I checked the valve clearances they were a bit tight, so I opened the gaps a bit. I now get a little more noise, but slightly less vibes.

Note: I wouldn’t ordinarily do two or more things at the same time, as it can then be difficult to work out what changes have actually done any good, but I’m running out of time if I want to take it on holiday.


It ran a lot better after this work and when Terry arrived on Sunday we took each other’s bike out for a short ride. The good news is that we both agreed that there wasn’t much to choose between the two, so called it a day. Uncle Norman also turned up and we settled in for a chat fuelled by tea and biscuits (hardcore biker dudes!).


Oh, and if you remember back a bit, I decided that with all the changes the bike should now be called a Skorpion Trail. I had some vinyl cut and it now says Trail on the tailpiece.

 

Sunday, 3 July 2011

Kilt

 

A sign that a friend from the US was given for his birthday.