weekend - 21st to 23rd September 2012
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Terry Hopes, Rob Jones, plus Jean and I had
all entered this event. The weekend had been extended to include a
social run on the Friday, which I thought a good Idea. Rob and Terry
were on a campsite above the town whilst Jeannie and I were booked into
the Malin house hotel. There can't be many hotels/guest houses that I
haven't stayed in over the past 50 years and without a doubt the Malin
House turned out to be the nicest. The evening saw us collect Terry and
Rob and head for Pentlepoir and the Dragon Palace Chinese restaurant
which proved to be well worth it's number one status of places
eat in the Saundersfoot area. The food was first class and we certainly
had a good evening.
outside the Merlewood hotel at 10.30am and sign on and receive a route
card. The weather was cloudy but dry and it stayed that way all day.
We set off into the lanes of
central Pembrokeshire with my Indian leading the way - slowest
bike, of course. Many of the back roads
were filthy and there seemed to be more mud and slurry around than we'd
liked and twice I lost control of the bike but managed to regain it
before we came off.
the approach to one hill just outside Llawhaden, I opened the throttle
and the engine died. Everything was checked, spark, fuel etc and all
seemed ok. The bike started first kick so we set off again heading
northwards with me thinking that I must have fixed the problem -
somehow. However, the same thing happened several times that morning
before we all arrived at the Oriel gallery in St Davids for a
buffet lunch. There was a group of ex-Wrens at the gallery and they
were quite taken with all the bikes and asked if they could have their
photo taken with Vic Blake, the club President.
I wasn't comfortable with the way the bike was playing up and as we set
off towards Solva and the south decided that it would be best
head straight back to Saundersfoot on the main road. Sometimes the bike
would get along fine then other times it would just stop - usually in
the most difficult place. Sods law was certainly working well this day.
Terry and Rob left the Oriel Gallery after us and followed the coastal
route back to Saundersfoot.
Jeannie cleaned the bike up a bit
whilst I spent and hour stripping and cleaning the carb, as by the time
we'd got back I was convinced that it was muck in the jets due to the
engine spitting back through the carb. A sure sign of a weak mixture.
It turned out to be the reason for all of our problems that day as
several small pieces, and you only need one, of the float chamber
gasket were floating around in the chamber. Problem solved.
After a meal in one of the town restaurants we met Rob in the bar of
the Merlewood and had an enjoyable evening chatting.
The trial day dawned nice and bright, wall to wall sunshine
as we assembled on the harbour for the start at 10am.
of interest, I caught a picture of a dragon boat out at sea with the
crew rowing well just before we were flagged away. Obviously training
for some event or other. Anyway, we started on time and the bike was
now running fine - then - about ten miles out there was a bang as one
of the pillion seat springs broke. Whilst looking at it and wondering
what to do, Graham Beasley rode up on his pretty little 1984 100cc
Yamaha YB100. Jean transferred to Graham's pillion in
for Graham's large backpack and we set off once again. I followed
Graham for the rest of the day. The lunch stop was at the Llwyngwair
Manor Holiday park on the north coast of Pembrokeshire.
Lunch stop photos from Terry:
all made it back to Saundersfoot ok and Jean transferred back to the
broken pillion for the short ride back up the hill to the hotel. I must
say that I did not enjoy the afternoon run much, as there were far to
many steep ups and downs and hairpin bends, all on narrow roads that
seemed occupied by more than a fair share of giant tractors. One
competitor managed to collide with one of the hay trailers as he tried
to pass it and at one point I was taking the Indian down a 1 in 5 hill
only to be met by a tractor coming up and pulling a hay trailer. I only
have one brake on the back and it just locked the back wheel and put
the bike into a skid, straight towards the tractor. Not a pleasant
experience, I can tell you.
The evening meal was in the
Merlewood Hotel and Rob and Terry arrived just as we were walking over.
The food was fine, although none of us could remember what we had
ordered. Anyway, we managed to blag our way through all the courses ok.
Speeches over and everyone retired to the bar to listen to a group
playing 50's and 60's music.
what a change in the weather from the glorious sunshine of the previous
day, but it was expected. Everyone assembled on the harbour
as it started to rain, so we quickly retired to the local cafe. This
year there was an excellent tannoy system in operation so we returned
to the front of the harbour for the trophy presentation as soon as we
heard the announcement. This was the presentation of the Concours
trophies and Terry received the 'Most interesting motorcycle' trophy.
By this time it was raining and blowing quite hard so as soon as
possible it was a case of - collect the bikes and head for home -
forget the 35 mile social run that usually follows the trophy
All in all a good event, as usual, but becoming
unsuitable for Vintage machines. My thoughts were that the ideal bike
was a trials tiger cub. Anyone got one for sale?