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Transformation Across The Pond

flying_hun

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Location
Orinda, CA
Moto(s)
A funky red & white Italian named Gianni Cervo! Versys - two of 'em! And an Enfield for laughs.
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Time for another ride report! Those of you who know me are aware that I've kept a bike in the UK for more than ten years. During Covid I wasn't able to get over to ride it, so we'd been apart since September, 2019. I had scheduled an event for my touring company, Transformative Journeys in September, so we would finally be reunited! :party

I'll spare you all the transit details, and jump right in to the reunion. I arrived in the UK on September 2nd, then picked up the bike on the 3rd. I had a few days before event was scheduled to start, so I decided to head up to Northumberland to go on pilgrimage to Holy Island at Lindisfarne. The last time I was in the UK I went on pilgrimage to Iona, and since Lindisfarne was founded by monks from Iona, it seemed appropriate.

When I went on Airbnb to book some lodging, the pickings seemed kind of thin. I didn't realize it at the time, but the issue was that my plans coincided with the famous Lindisfarne music festival. Oh well! I found a place in a pub in a nearby village. The Black Swan in Belford. It was the perfect spot! Not posh, just a good local with good food and surprisingly good live music!

First things first, though. Reunited with my beloved blue Versys. You may not believe me, but this is my favorite motorcycle ever. I've owned all the big 4, BMW's, Triumphs, Ducatis, an Aprilia, and even now a Moto Guzzi, and I love this one the most. Not just any 650 Versys (I've had three), this particular one. There's something magical about this one. It's willing. It has no bad habits. It's comfortable, and with appropriate flogging, will get down the road just fine.

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The next one is for Tim (Enchanter) who thought Forks was backward. :teeth

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A few shots from Lindisfarne. First, a statue of St. Aidan, the founder.
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Next, from inside the church, I liked this altar that was for St. Peter (note the crossed keys on the front of the altar, and the fishnet surrounding the back of the altar.
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To be continued.
 
Ooh, I almost forgot to mention local delicacies. :teeth
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After Lindisfarne, I had met up with my friend, Dom who was joining me for the TJ event. We had to check into our Airbnb in Yorkshire in the evening, but we had the full day to play up until then. Since we were in Northumberland, the counties of the Scottish Borders were immediately adjacent to us. Growing up as I did during the 60's, one of my big motorsport heroes was the great Jim Clark. If you don't know about Jimmy, you should. Among his many accomplishments, he is the only driver to have won the Indianapolis 500 and the World Driving Championship in the SAME YEAR! He was as talented as they come, and he was a native of the Borders! We decided that we needed to visit his museum in the town of Duns.

Is this thing on?
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It just so happened that the Tour of Britain was going on at the same time, and Duns was the last town on that day's stage. It was as much of a mob scene as you might imagine.

Once we finished the museum we struggled a bit to get out of the Borders due to all the road closures. There were some funny experiences to be had, as we were mistaken for being part of the traffic control bikes that were clearing the course, which enabled all sorts of naughtiness. :teeth

Once we cleared the road closures, our next excitement was finding the ruins of a castle that we were able to get into and clamber around. :party Apparently, it's Cessford Castle.

Lots of fun photos.

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To be continued.
 
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no causeway pic? :x

Like this?

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Not my photo, as I didn't bother, but apparently it's VERY common for people to screw this up.
 
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Two thumbs up for the start of another great Trip Report. I will be following.
 
More castle pics! First, a few notes. I was shocked that we were allowed to wander in an around this ruined castle. There were few restrictions; don't vandalize anything, don't steal anything, no using a metal detector to find artifacts. Other than that, have fun! Oh man, did we! Secondly, the only time I've ever been in the ruins of a castle before, it was in 2006 in the outskirts of Susa, Italy. The castle had been one of Charlemagne's fortresses, and we actually rode our motorcycles through it! Who was with me? Dom, of course.

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This photo is particularly interesting in that you can see the outlines of a fireplace and a flue. I have heard that there is so much thermal mass in the walls of one of these old castles that a fire would have to burn for weeks before the castle would get warm. Once it did, it would stay warm for awhile, but getting it there was the challenge.

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And a little live action video taken by Dom.
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We did a lot of messing about this day, and it ended up being our biggest day of the whole trip. Six counties, and over 300 miles on the day. No motorways. Northumberland, Berwickshire, Roxburghshire, Durham, Cumbria, and Yorkshire. A couple of riding high points included the A68, which is a wild rollercoaster, and whatever road we took through the Durham Dales. Lots of fun. That night we checked in to the very cool house I'd booked near Hawes, then went into town for a cracking cottage pie washed down with pints of Old Peculiar. :staRang
 
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guess you had a least two chances to wander astray, happy to infer there was no causeway drama for the blue Versys this trip. :gsxrgrl

No, but I heard about a hilarious story that happened on the night before I got there. Apparently, a local who is well-known at the pub where I was staying decided he was going to go to the festival to see Madness. You remember, Madness, right? Anyway, this local guy was in his cups, and he was parked a long way from the venue, so he decided to climb the fence and head cross country to get there. In the process he got himself tangled up in a bunch of barbed wire and could not get free, and was out there flailing around the in the field. Who should see him from the road and decide to rescue him? Madness. The drunk got rescued by the band he was there to see. :laughing

Just in case you forgot. :teeth
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Kurt you are Legend!

Good stuff, I'm living vicariously through your lens.

Love the castle pics.
 
Thanks for sharing again. Love these ride reports.
 
Good stuff, I'm gonna have to find a way to ride a motorcycle in Europe at some point, in them meantime, I'll enjoy living through these posts.
 
Love the castle pics.

Glad you're enjoying them. There may be a few more.

“god has a special providence for youth, fools, and drunkards,”
as my moms used to tell me … :facepalm:gsxrgrl

Did we have the same mom? BTW, mine was from Jersey. :laughing

The next day, I made a video that I'm including here because it shows a little of the interior of the place we were staying, a spectacular converted barn in Wensleydale (with a tip of the hat to Wallace & Gromit). As it says in the video, I woke up feeling sick for the first time in more than two years, and since I was feeling so poorly, Dom went into town to get me a Covid test, which came back with a negative result. :party

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We went to meet our next participant, Chris, in the town of Masham (pronounced Mass Em), the home of Theakston brewery, and a place with huge square in the middle of town where there are often a collection of cool cars and bikes. The weather was crappy, though it wasn't raining while we were there, so no cool cars were spotted.

The trip from our digs to Masham wasn't very long, and it includes one of my favorite sections of road in the Dales, the A6108 from Middleham to Masham. It just flows beautifully!

We had lunch together on the square in Masham, then since I wanted to go to the sweet shop in Pately Bridge, I led the guys over the tops on unclassified roads (read:goat trails) to get there. The UK is in the midst of a protracted drought (sound familiar?), but I apparently brought the rain with me, and about the time we got to Lofthouse the sky opened up and tried to resolve the drought in one day. I had rain outside my visor. I had rain inside my visor. I had rain on both sides of my glasses. I was deeply regretting that I had failed to pack my white cane for just this eventuality. Just so you understand, these are roads too narrow for a centerline, no trees or other cover, few places to pull off, and lots and lots of free range sheep, and the only way I could tell what was road and what wasn't was by how dark the color was. It was that bad. Well, I guess that's what makes it and adventure!

Pately Bridge is the home to the UK's oldest sweet shop, full of cool old delicacies (try the sour raspberry bon bons!), and it is an event to go there. These pictures are from a prior trip, but it doesn't really change, does it?

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And right across the street from the sweet shop? You guessed it, a pie shop! Now pie means something a little different from my usual pie ride destination. These were savory pies, not sweet pies, so I helped myself to a bunch of pork pies. These are a treat, plus very filling!

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After collecting sweets and pies and wringing out our gear, we headed west from Pately Bridge, out through Grassington, then deep into the dales at Deepdale before heading back to Hawes and then Askrigg.

Once we got Chris sorted, we decided to once again take in dinner in Hawes at The Crown. More Old Peculiar was involved - as though we weren't already peculiar enough. :teeth

Not my photo.

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I was wondering what you did with your Versys. Makes sense you moved it over there.
How much of a hassle was it to convert it to right hand drive?
 
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