More Goodwood, woops.

•September 18, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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Now I own one, I see these everywhere 🙂

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Good viewing everwhere.

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Borrowed a pass to get into the “drivers club” for afternoon tea, with this theme on the way in.

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Dan dropped me off at a hotel near Heathrow on the way home to London, as I was flying home on Saturday morning.

This took until Monday morning to get home, after India closed its air space as we were leaving Abu Dhabi, and after flying in circles over Oman for a couple of hours, didn’t have enough fuel to get to Melbourne, and so had to stop in to Singapore for fuel, so I missed my domestic connecting flight, and so received a hotel stay thanks to Etihad, and got home late on Monday morning.

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Beaulieu auto jumble, Goodwood Revival, and home

•September 18, 2013 • Leave a Comment

I had been told that I couldn’t even contemplate going home to Hobart, until I had done the Beaulieu Auto (and motorcycle) jumble sale, and attended at least some of the Goodwood Revival the following weekend.

So It was off to Beaulieu.

http://www.beaulieu.co.uk/beaulieu-events/international-autojumble

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 week sorting out paperwork for the container, and packing for the return to the depths of a Tasmanian winter, then it was time for The Goodwood Revival.

http://www.goodwood.co.uk/revival/about/about.aspx

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The general theme of the Revival is the ’40’s, so everybody gets dressed up in period dress, and older machines are the go, hence the old bikes.

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I went the “easy” option of white overalls and a leather belt.

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Laurel and Hardy stopped in for a visit, sorry, it was actually Haurel and Lardy.

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Practice saw #24 in 7th position.

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Glen English got 3rd position on the G50, #16.

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Interesting old bikes abounded.

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After practice, some maintenance was needed.

 

Ace Cafe, Isle of Man Manx GP, back to Ireland again

•September 4, 2013 • 2 Comments

The day after getting back to London, after Italy, the Renault Master van failed to proceed, this after driving faultlessly to Italy and back again, then the first time it started after getting back, it went 20 meters and stopped.

After much mucking about, the fault was finally traced to the injector pump having jumped one tooth on the timing belt, due to a slack tensioner not doing its job properly.

A battle with figuring out the timing pin sizes and it was at least running again, but only making it easier to get to a knowledgeable person to get it fixed properly.

After this it was back to Burnam on Crouch to pick up the Astore’s Magneto and Dynamo.

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Next was a trip to see a mate of Dan’s, who owns a a Renault car from 1908, among other interesting things, he pays for these toys by being a film prop supplier.

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After a walk around the props, too many photos to load, we adjourned to the Ace Cafe, just down the road, to find it full of TVR cars, much to Dsn’s delight, as he owns several, and the usual assortment of weekday  bikes, the meal was restaurant quality.

After getting the Astore going, with its now sparking Magneto, it was packing the Van to go to the Isle of Man for the Manx GP, Dan had to work the weekend, so was flying in on Sunday evening. I was driving the van containing Dan’s V7 Sport and Astore to Liverpool and the “steam racket” ferry.

Dan had a friend who lived near Ramsey, on a public footpath that went to Ramsey hairpin, so after a quick unload of all not needed for the next few days, it was up the path and the Saturday races and practice. The footpath is the dirt road running away from the hairpin in the first photo.

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The next day was the Vintage Motorcycle Club day at an old airfield in the north of the island, Jurby.

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ImageOn Sunday evening I picked Dan up from the airport near Castletown, and we headed into Douglas for some socializing. The next day we hung around the pits for a bit, meeting friends of Dan’s, then relocated to Creg Na Baa to view the racing and practice.

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The next day it was a trip to the motorcycle museum that had been near Kates Cottage on the mountain, but is now down south near Fairy Bridge., Murrays Motorcycles

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Glen English, Racer, telling a tale about getting his glove stuck to his knee slider velcro while approaching a tight corner on the TT circuit on this actual bike.

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We then rode over to Peel, to sample an IOM smoked kipper, with Glen and (I think) Clare.

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Glen’s bike.

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An early morning departure to Belfast in the north and a trip down to Tipperary again, stopping in at an “interesting” old Irish pup for a Guinness and a “special” sandwich.

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And so back to Kilcommon and the fitting of a roller door to Dan’s shed, and bird proofing the whole thing to stop the need of cleaning it all up again.

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Italy, filling the container, and back to London

•August 18, 2013 • 2 Comments

The Chunnel didn’t cover itself in glory, both going and coming. The train was delayed with “electrical issues” on the way over, meaning we were two hours late on an already late night, and then drove through France until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, when we slept in the front of the van at a parking place.

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Our destination for the next night was a friend of Dan’s, Ian, who was living in Zurich, a place I didn’t want to have to pay for accommodation in, very expensive place Switzerland, but very pretty.

But first we had some time to kill, and Dan’s memory was persuaded to come up with a real corker of a place, if you are a car nut, the Schlumpf brothers Buggatti collection at Mulhouse in Alsace, just before the Swiss border.

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After a pleasant evening drinking expensive beers and sampling Swiss pasta, it was over the hills to Italy, via the Gottard Pass.

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The temperature was HOT on the planes of Norther Italy, made worse by a visit to Mandello Del Lario to buy bits for Dan’s Astore, to find the whole place shut down for the August Holidays, Agostini’s included, so a wasted side trip. It the farm the first order of business was to put the Ercole in the container to see just how much room we had.

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The next day dawned wet, bugger, just what we didn’t want, and this complicated the hell out of the whole business of loading the container.

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It was then a case of “drone” back to the Chunnel crossing on Friday night, for Dan to man his market stall, with frustrating stops as Emmaus centres, frustrating as most were closed for the Europe wide holiday, with one being open in the Champagne region east of Reims, where Dan loaded the van up with “Stock”, followed by stops at every Lidl store we passed to buy good, cheap, French Cider and Beer.

The Chunnel coped a round of abuse from Dan when they stopped us getting on the train, with a Bus and our van being the front of the line when we were told there was no room on the train for us. Dan had little tollerance for this, as he had been bumped off the Chunnel train for seven hours on a previous trip, with no compensation or explanation, so the poor girl directing traffic was on the receiving end of Dan’s displeasure, but it made them “find” room for us and the bus.

I am now back in London, with no transport of my own, fixing Dan’s bikes, and getting ready for the IOM GP next weekend.

London, preperations for moving the bikes to Italy

•August 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The crossing from Ireland went smoothly, with two bottles of Powers Irish Whisky being added to the van, but we couldn’t find a hotel with rooms until Cardiff, at about 4.30 AM.

After dropping off the beetle at an old WW2 airfield near Long Marsden, it was down to Bethnel Green in London.

The Astore Magneto and Dynamo were dropped off in Burnham on crouch, to a site of proper “shed” engineering, three blokes, Will and his two sons, practice the black art of repairing Magnetos in there collection of sheds.

Then it was time to negotiate the “swag” I was going to take back to Australia from Dan’s collection, and it was in a state of constant flux, finally ending up as follows. The Nuovo Falcone Sahara now becomes Dan’s, with first refusal for re-purchase staying with me, the ’34 Norton ES2 now becomes a “project” with “most” bits available, but not all, The ’32 Triumph Silent scout 500 is now returning with me to Australia, along with a strange folding moped thing, a Georgian desk and a 78 gramaphone, a proper military “home office” aluminium box and other container “packing.

All this packing was interspersed with trips to trendy inner London pubs in exotic ’60’s sports cars, a De Tamasso Mangusto.

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And getting more of Dan’s bikes going, this V7Sport, originally owned by John Wittner, was last run riding a race lap of the IOM, ten years before.

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Now I have to pack the van to go to Milan, so there may well be a gap in reports, not that I have been doing well lately, but it will depend on Internet access, and my time 🙂

Tipperary, Jackdoors and back to the UK

•August 2, 2013 • 3 Comments

When I arrived at Dan, Robyn and Barny’s place, near Kilcommon in county Tipperary, I was bundled into a VW van towing a very early airstream caravan, to attend a festival to support the people facing financial ruin and eviction due to the mismanagement by the Irish governement.

I had been “kidnapped” by “stroppy” Irish republicans.

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The intention of the visit, apart from seeing Ireland from an Irish perspective, was to repair Dan’s 1952 Moto Guzzi Astore, that had a slipping clutch, among other problems as it turned out in the end.

But first I helped Dan put up some shelving in one of his many sheds.

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This grew out of all proportion as we found the damage done by Jackdoors in his other sheds, the birds had started nesting after a friend had stopped using the back of one of Dans sheds to house his dogs, and the destruction was hard to believe.

So the visit became one of emptying out the sheds, and removing the vast amounts of nesting material and other “deposits” and putting it all back in again, in better order.

This physical labour was, and will be, repaid in many ways. The tipperary day starts at 10 AM, at the earliest, but is still going a 4 AM the next morning, usually in one of the pubs or houses in the area, in a haze of Guinness and Iris wiskey, not a bad payment.

The local village is Kilcommon, and is “local”, this is the village store, where Bill, pictured, does the totaling of the bill long hand on a piece of paper, no new fangled till in here.

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A late night visit to a local institution, Jim O’ the Mill, was an eye opener, a pub that opens on Thursday night only, and combines Guinness only on tap with Irish music and singing, a great atmosphere uniquely Irish with all ages present, true community.

As a friend of a local, I was invited to a “small” wedding, the publican of a pub in the next village over, Upperchurch, was getting married and the huge marque was sized to sit the 1000 eating guests.

I must confess I let the Aussie side down by accepting a large Irish whiskey, and with the many ciders Dan and I were getting outside of saw the wobbly boot come on at a weak 3 AM. But I did see the dawn on the way home again, the shame.

Dan likes older bikes, before they got “lardy” as he puts it, and have an interesting collection of rigid Norton’s, Sunbeam’s, Indians and Triumphs, along with the “modern” suspended Astore.

The Astore clutch repair seemed to work, with the acid test delayed as the bike has no spark, and I know next to nothing about magnetos, but I have just completed a steep leaning curve on them. The Astore motor is as close to identical to my Ercole motor that this needed to be learnt anyway. As we progressed, between cleaning and drinking, with the investigation and repair of the Astore we found the bike not as low kilometer as we had thought, so the disassemble continued.

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Dan’s bikes.

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Dan has offered me a ’34 ES2 Norton in boxes, so I can enjoy the rigid experience, and from the one ride the weather allowed in Ireland, rigid is different in many ways, some better, to suspended bikes.

The plan, hatched between us as we laboured to remove the jackdoor effluvium, was to return to London with the red VW van, use this to collect my UK bikes, the red zero kilometer Nuovo Falcone near Stafford, Martin’s V7 special near Leeds, and maybe the Galletto near Cheshire, If I can contact Andrew, who is out of the country, I think. I then load these bikes and the Mille GT into Dan’s big white van and we do a road trip to Milan to load the 20′ container, with a pilgrimage stop for spares in Mondello del Lario on the way.

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The Nuovo Falcone Sahara in Germany is now staying in London/Ireland as my European bike and the red NF is now going to be ridden like the “new” bike is is in terms of mileage.

This solves my logistical nightmare and another interesting trip seems to be in the offing.

The plan then is to take the red van back to Ireland via the IOM manx GP, with Dan’s V7Sport and hopefully his Astore in the back, then Belfast and some friends before more Tipperary hospitality. We then return to London again and attend the motorcycle jumble sale near Liphook and I then take a train journey to Milan and the flight home. That’s the plan anyway.

Buying a container and across France to Ireland

•July 25, 2013 • 4 Comments

After Breganze, I had to endure the autostrada to Milan to pay for the 20′ container I was going to use to load all the bikes into.

As the company didn’t take credit cards, and I had found it almost imposable to do a funds transfer from my Australian account to the company , while in Europe, so the need to pay Euro for the container.

No photos from Milan, booring, next stop was north of Turin on my way over the alps to France.

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I was in front of a number of cars and trucks, after some effort, so I didn’t stop for photos until on the French side of the border.

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The next day I played in the hills around the Massif Central, lots of fun.

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I was heading for the French port of Roscoff, to catch a ferry to Cork in Ireland, on Friday evening, so I had limited time to pay in the French hills.

But I still had a day or so.

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Limestone Kast country, think Mole Creek in Tassie.

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The ferry was a bus mans holiday. again.

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I will update the blog as I can, but I am helping a mate in Tipperary fix his Moto Guzzi Astore 500, and the internet is only availabe at the local pub, so forgive the errors here, two Guiness’s in me already, and more to come.