"The season?? You soft bastard Mike! I ride all year round!"
Before I sold the ZZR I would use it for the occasional winter's ride, but I don't really enjoy riding on shite covered roads or getting soaking wet and, despite me devoting a fair bit of time towards the activity, I don't really like washing bikes much either. Here in Scotland the roads are covered in a salty grit in the winter to combat the icy conditions. When wet this forms quite an effective solution for turning nice bikes into rusty piles of shit. Commuters aside, this results two biking camps. Camp 1. The "fuck it, keep riding, enjoy your bike, life's too short" riders. Then there's Camp 2. "My bike's more precious that life itself, its gleaming, I'm keeping it good for my planned bike trips, salts for chips and the sea" bunch. I, or rather, my Africa Twin, is firmly wrapped up in Camp 2, and even when I had the ZZR, I only really had the brochure for Camp 1, venturing out on the nicer days and giving the bike a proper clean after each run..
This winter we had a couple of big dumps of snow named the "Beast From the East" by the panic stricken media. I got the trials bike out for a play which was fun, but hardly scratched the itch that a bike trip relieves. When the snow was away its was still cold, but sunny and dry. I was green with envy when I seen my mate Barry Richardson's photos pop up on Facebook. He'd taken his GS a spin up to Applecross for the night. Heated grips set to volcanic and plenty thermal base layers under his bike gear he took to the salt covered roads. The sunny days and newly re opened Bealach Na Ba made for some awesome photographs.
Photo by Barry Richardson
Photo by Barry Richardson
Photo by Barry Richardson
Anyway, the weather has finally changed for the better, and more and more bikes have got back on the road, just in time too. It would seem there was virtual cabin fever brewing on various online forums, Camp 1, sick of being cooped up. Camp 2, fed up riding through shite. Handbags flying, toys getting chucked out prams and dummies being spat while complete strangers lose the plot because another new biker has asked the best way to get to Stelvio or if they need a breathalyser for France. I even fell foul to it myself after one to many people called the Bealach Na Ba the "Apple cross pass".
So another weekend is looming. There's talks of a camping trip but which way should we go? I'm thinking north, but we'll wait and see.
Mike.