Isle of Wight Scurry - 13th to 18th September
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Terry and Dilys Hopes, plus Jean and I had entered this event and this
year Rob J had managed to get an entry for his '52 Velo MAC.
and I set off a day early as we were riding the Indian in the
'Salisbury Saunter' on Thursday the 12th September. This was an event
run by Ian Clark and Bette Barber as an APMC (Association of
Pioneer Motor Cyclists) event. As an advert for the APMC, membership is
£20 for life and 'companion' membership is available to anyone who has
held a licence for over 40 years - 'Pioneer' membership, if you have
held a licence for over 50 years. Tony Danielsen and myself are the
only APMC members from the South Wales Section.
Back to the
event - it started with a good lunch in the Fox and Goose at Coombe
Bisset, just south of Salisbury after which we had a 35 mile ride along
the Ebble river valley, ending up at Bette Barbers house for afternoon
tea and a look at the collection of machines that her late husband,
Brian, had put together. A pleasant run and a nice day out.
and I then moved on to the New Forest and the Woodfalls Inn for the
night. The following day it was then just a short distance to Lymington
and the Ferry for the Isle of Wight. We were booked on the 12.45 but,
despite all the time wasting tactics that I could muster, we arrived at
the ferry around 10am and they put us on the 10.45 boat. We were soon
at the Brighstone holiday camp on the south side of the island, which
was to be the base for the Scurry and had originaly been built
in 1932. A real hi-de-hi establishment, but the cabins were
certainly up to hotel standards and quite comfortable. Rob and Terry
arrived and we all had a
super buffet at the get together that evening.
we were to ride into Newport to put all our bikes on display in St
Thomas' Square before moving on to Newport Quay to join the Classic car
show that was being staged. Not a busy riding day at all, but certainly
an enjoyable one. Also on display were a collection of interesting
at camp, and Rob decided to fiddle with the carb float on his
played with it before coming to the Island and had moved the float up
the needle to try and cure some rough running that he'd diagnosed as a
rich mixture. After having had a discussion with the rest of the South
Team, Rob took the carb apart and put the float back where it should
be. The bike sounded ok when it was given a blast up and down the
main road outside the camp.
The evening saw us all in the Hong Kong Express restaurant in
Freshwater for a good feed before retiring to bed.
This was the
day of the Scurry, which set off towards the west of the island and
through Freshwater. I was sure that I knew where we were going
and that was a
mistake, as I took the wrong turning to Freshwater, with Terry
following. We were soon passing everyone else heading in the opposite
direction and following my presmise of not following others
we pressed on - how wrong I was. We ended up in Yarmouth and
knew that the coffee stop was in Chessil pottery I headed that way on
the side roads. As soon as we'd completed the detour and re-joined the
main road we came across Rob and his Velo, stopped at the side of the
was sitting on the bike and he waved us on. I half expected him to join
in behind us and it wasn't until we got to the coffee stop that we
found that he wasn't with us. Ok!! so you know what's coming next, I
expect. We didn't see Rob again until the lunch stop only to find that
he and the Velo had been swept up by the back-up truck as a breakdown.
problem was a broken needle jet in the carb.
at camp and a new needle jet was scrounged and Rob's Velo sorted. We
did think of confiscating his tool roll but thought that there was no
need as he only had it for show anyway, so all we did was extract a
promise from him that he wouldn't fiddle with his bike again during our
stay on the Island.
of the things that was to take place today, was a birthday party for a
1913 Alldays and Onions motorcycle that had been in the same family and
on the Island from new. Chris Thomas had brought his 1911 Alldays and
Dave Lewis rode a 1912 model. Chris also brought his fathers 1909
Alldays and Onions Veteran car. Any how, the day started with Terry
making a few adjustments to his Ariel before we all set off for
Calbourne Mill, where we were to spend a few hours before moving on to
Limerstone and the place of the 1913 Alldays birthday party.
we were to have a ride on the Waverley around the Island, but were told
early on that it had been cancelled due to high winds. Anyway, first on
the agenda was a visit to the Harry Ferguson family museum. That was
very interesting and an insight into the life of a very clever
innovator. From the Ferguson museum we moved on to the Victoria fort
for a coffee and a visit to the model railway exhibition. Terry, Rob
and myself spent ages doing the childrens quiz of spotting various
items on the layout - hardly noticing all the trains that were running.
evening buffet and get together included the prize giving - a nice end
to a super few days. None of us won anything, apart from a good smile.
As a footnote, Terry and Rob returned on the Yarmouth/Lymington ferry,
whilst Jean and I were booked on the Fishbourne/Portsmouth route.
During the weekend, Rob had completed an Ebay purchase and was to go to
Swindon on the way home to pick up his goods, all seemed ok, but the
Romahome's low fuel light came on around Bristol on the way back. 'No
thought Rob, I have 40 miles before things get desperate. Magor
services were reached before the Romahome expired, so the AA were
called upon, as the fuel gauge was still showing a quarter full tank.
The nice AA man checked the fuel and found that it was coming through
all right, when operating the hand pump in the fuel line. So it was a
case of 'recovery to home'. The problem then, was that the AA man could
take the Romahome but did not have a tow hook for the trailer on his
truck. As luck would have it, along came a Motorway Patrol car and that
had a tow hook, so Rob had assistance from both the AA and the Motorway
Patrol to get him home - how lucky can you be? The following day Rob
contacted his usual garage and it was suggested that he got a gallon of
diesel in a can and put that in the campervan, just to be sure, before
arranging for it to go into the garage for repair. Rob did that - and
lo, and behold - it started and has been running ever since. Just goes
to show that fuel gauges are not always trustworthy.