Winton Massif: The start of the season....

For many folk here in Scotland April marks the start of "the season" where many folk tax their bikes and drag them out the shed for the year ahead. I can all ready hear the Real Bikers scoffing.
"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

I'm lucky enough to be in the situation of having more than one bike. I'd sold the ZZR to make room for a couple of projects, but they'll will hopefully be finished and sold soon. I'd still rather keep the Africa Twin in good condition so another second bike is on the cards. Something to keep the miles off the Honda that I could use for winter trips. I'm thinking along the lines of a Transalp, but I'm open to suggestions.
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".

Road name, french breathalyser and European speed limit arguments were throw to the back of my mind then blew away in the wind as I accelerated over the Lammies and down to the Borders on a great run to Samye Ling with Other Mike and Faithir. It's easy to take the great scenery and roads around the area where you live for granted. Some people get caught in the loop of doing the same run on popular roads to popular stops every weekend, a circle I often find myself in. I try and make the effort to at least head somewhere a wee bit different every now and then.

The weekend after Samye Ling I headed off for a solo run. The a different route down the Borders was planned, but unfortunately and I found a stricken V Strom at the bottom of Soutra. Davie had got a puncture. I never had any plugs, but I did have a can of tyre weld at home. Being the good Samaritan that I am, I nipped home and grabbed it. Unfortunately the hole in Davie's tyre was far to big for the tyre weld to work. He called the RAC and I headed for a wee blast down to Gala for fuel then back over the hill from Stow to Lauder.

HB and I had an evening Spin up the hills and down the coast for a chippy in Dunbar which was great for testing the Hyperpro springs I'd fitted. The borders was the destination for another Saturday spin, this time Smillie, Faithir and I headed down to Newcastleton on some of the wee roads, a great run with roads to mach some of the best up north.