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Me and a mate decided to go on a bit of a ride out this weekend for a laugh. He came down to Timbuktu with me in January. We've both done a few 1000+ mile days and decided in a moment of madness that we'd try and 'go large'

Rode 250 miles down to my parents near Penzance Friday evening, got up at 4 Sat and rode to Penzance for a start at 5.15. Rode up past Exeter..Bristol, Birmingham....Carlisle...Glasgow..Perth...Inverness....to up near Wick.... then turned round and rode back. Got back to Penzance about 03:30 Sunday morning then hit the sack about 4 back in Mullion where I started.

Soooo... 1647 odo miles (1560 GPS miles) in 22 hours 15 minutes (ignoring the to/from Mullion bit when we warmed up/down) will be my longest ride ever, and doesn't my arse still know it , especially after riding the 250 back to Southampton last night.

Got flashed by a speed camera about 10 minutes after the start but after that it was mostly OK. A fair bit of 'positive' filtering through accidents on the M6 then the M80 + a lot of 'driving on the right' along the A9 gave us an average road speed of about 68-9mph over the journey so that was pretty good. Spent most of the time at about 90 and never went over the ton.

I'm not sure I'd want to do it again though

Jason

You are indeed a riding God

A stupid riding God maybe.

Fair play to you though you din't have to do it but you did, so it goes to prove that if you HAD to do it you could.

No doubt somebody will be along to castigate you about your carbon footprint.

Oh I forgot you don't do carbon

Bob

Now't stupid about about that Jason,i thought a 1000 in 16 hours was some going,but 1560 in 22 is impressive.

You fazy cruckers

Cheers boys - we did the ride to get an 'Iron Butt' qualification, but mine feels more like I've been gang raped by Mr Big and his mates

As for the carbon footprint thing, well, I know, there's no excuses. All I can do is say sorry and promise to try and breath less often and reduce my CO2 footprint instead

Jason

Did you, at a certain point, rode into a tunnel with a bright light on the end???

If so, you've reached the ultimate and had a glance at motorrider's Walhalla ....

.... glad you've made it back though .... nutter....

HJ

It's alright for you lot who do your bikeing on your own,i tell my missus what jason and his mate have done,her reply i reckon we could beat that!!!,your alright Jace,if there was a race meeting at the other end, it might be worth a go,but for the sheer hell of it!!,no bloody chance.

Jason
Your a rare breed.In a former life you would have been discovering new lands far from home.Life is for adventure and discovery and you will have a load of stories to tell the grand kids.Well done!
I remember many moons ago my brotherinlaw and i decided to go on a jolly on the spur of the moment.We left brum late afternoon on a suzuki ts185 heading to weston super mud.It was a right heap of shit.We had about £15 between us for petrol and food.We arrived about midnight and decided to go rip up the sand on the beach.Well,the ts got buried up to the handle bars and my brotherinlaw lost one of his trainers while we were trying to dig/drag it out!We slept in a bus shelter and nearly died from the cold.On the way home the exhaust broke (it was stupidly loud and seriously hindered the performance)and the gear lever fell off(a pair of mole grips did the trick).A truly horrendous experience,but bloody fun.We still laugh about it too this day.
gus

gus wrote:Jason
Your a rare breed.In a former life you would have been discovering new lands far from home.Life is for adventure and discovery and you will have a load of stories to tell the grand kids.Well done!
I remember many moons ago my brotherinlaw and i decided to go on a jolly on the spur of the moment.We left brum late afternoon on a suzuki ts185 heading to weston super mud.It was a right heap of shit.We had about £15 between us for petrol and food.We arrived about midnight and decided to go rip up the sand on the beach.Well,the ts got buried up to the handle bars and my brotherinlaw lost one of his trainers while we were trying to dig/drag it out!We slept in a bus shelter and nearly died from the cold.On the way home the exhaust broke (it was stupidly loud and seriously hindered the performance)and the gear lever fell off(a pair of mole grips did the trick).A truly horrendous experience,but bloody fun.We still laugh about it too this day.
gus

ahhhhh....the romantic smell of 2 stroke and the seaside.
Don't get me started.....jumpers for goalposts......blah blah.
So then Gus......have you progressed since this outing?
AND......what of the R1S.....we demand an update.
Bailey.

Jason M wrote:Me and a mate decided to go on a bit of a ride out this weekend for a laugh. He came down to Timbuktu with me in January. We've both done a few 1000+ mile days and decided in a moment of madness that we'd try and 'go large'

Rode 250 miles down to my parents near Penzance Friday evening, got up at 4 Sat and rode to Penzance for a start at 5.15. Rode up past Exeter..Bristol, Birmingham....Carlisle...Glasgow..Perth...Inverness....to up near Wick.... then turned round and rode back. Got back to Penzance about 03:30 Sunday morning then hit the sack about 4 back in Mullion where I started.

Soooo... 1647 odo miles (1560 GPS miles) in 22 hours 15 minutes (ignoring the to/from Mullion bit when we warmed up/down) will be my longest ride ever, and doesn't my arse still know it , especially after riding the 250 back to Southampton last night.

Got flashed by a speed camera about 10 minutes after the start but after that it was mostly OK. A fair bit of 'positive' filtering through accidents on the M6 then the M80 + a lot of 'driving on the right' along the A9 gave us an average road speed of about 68-9mph over the journey so that was pretty good. Spent most of the time at about 90 and never went over the ton.

I'm not sure I'd want to do it again though

Jason

So you mad fooker.....what was the longest hit/miles in one continuous go. Like a few others on here, I've done 1K here and there in a day. That's about all I can handle. Takes a few days to recover.
When you get off the bike, it seems like you're still riding. You still hear all the noises and feel the motion
Bailey.

Bailey mate - longest stint I think was about 280 (odo miles) up accross the A9 to Inverness. There was some weird Scottish caber toossing, log sculpting, skirt wearing, willy waving highland games on somewhere and the A9 was a flippin roadblock most the way. Luckily that road is mostly pretty wide so we were mostly riding down the 'overtaking lane' (ie the white line). Mostly we were doing about 200-230 though before a 'splash and dash'.

Gus - I know what you mean. Your ride sounds a LOT more eventful than ours. All we had of note was a beautiful young scooter riding petrol attendant out in the middle of nowhere above Inverness, a 600 fags a day 'want to tell you my life story' croaky old woman around Birmingham and a couple of spaced out, 'Red Bull'd to the MAX' ravers on their way home in Bristol, and the final last 100 tired miles, visor up in the thick sea mist , no blinking, when the f**k will this ever end to remember it by. That and coming upon a caravan driver about 2am who just must have been on the point of sleep. The moment we pulled alongside he seemed to wake up and veered off accross 2 lanes onto the hard shoulder before regaining control and getting back on the road.

As for you Chris - you must have married Mrs Mad! Don't let her talk you into it boy, whatever you do

Jason

bigblackfalco wrote:

gus wrote:Jason
Your a rare breed.In a former life you would have been discovering new lands far from home.Life is for adventure and discovery and you will have a load of stories to tell the grand kids.Well done!
I remember many moons ago my brotherinlaw and i decided to go on a jolly on the spur of the moment.We left brum late afternoon on a suzuki ts185 heading to weston super mud.It was a right heap of shit.We had about £15 between us for petrol and food.We arrived about midnight and decided to go rip up the sand on the beach.Well,the ts got buried up to the handle bars and my brotherinlaw lost one of his trainers while we were trying to dig/drag it out!We slept in a bus shelter and nearly died from the cold.On the way home the exhaust broke (it was stupidly loud and seriously hindered the performance)and the gear lever fell off(a pair of mole grips did the trick).A truly horrendous experience,but bloody fun.We still laugh about it too this day.
gus

ahhhhh....the romantic smell of 2 stroke and the seaside.
Don't get me started.....jumpers for goalposts......blah blah.
So then Gus......have you progressed since this outing?
AND......what of the R1S.....we demand an update.
Bailey.

The beast is making progress,abeit very slowly.I have a couple of more pressing priorites at the moment.
My girlfriend and i are having twins! And not the motorcycling kind!
I have 4 months of life as i knew it to sort out the major bits on the beast.
Will i do it in time?
Or will i be up to my neck in poo and sick?

gus

gus wrote:

bigblackfalco wrote:

gus wrote:Jason
Your a rare breed.In a former life you would have been discovering new lands far from home.Life is for adventure and discovery and you will have a load of stories to tell the grand kids.Well done!
I remember many moons ago my brotherinlaw and i decided to go on a jolly on the spur of the moment.We left brum late afternoon on a suzuki ts185 heading to weston super mud.It was a right heap of shit.We had about £15 between us for petrol and food.We arrived about midnight and decided to go rip up the sand on the beach.Well,the ts got buried up to the handle bars and my brotherinlaw lost one of his trainers while we were trying to dig/drag it out!We slept in a bus shelter and nearly died from the cold.On the way home the exhaust broke (it was stupidly loud and seriously hindered the performance)and the gear lever fell off(a pair of mole grips did the trick).A truly horrendous experience,but bloody fun.We still laugh about it too this day.
gus

ahhhhh....the romantic smell of 2 stroke and the seaside.
Don't get me started.....jumpers for goalposts......blah blah.
So then Gus......have you progressed since this outing?
AND......what of the R1S.....we demand an update.
Bailey.

The beast is making progress,abeit very slowly.I have a couple of more pressing priorites at the moment.
My girlfriend and i are having twins! And not the motorcycling kind!
I have 4 months of life as i knew it to sort out the major bits on the beast.
Will i do it in time?
Or will i be up to my neck in poo and sick?

gus

Well, needless to say.....both will be velly messy and cause much agony and heartbreak.
What about a R1S twin pushchair config. ??
Told you to tie it in a knot didn't I?!

My girlfriend and i are having twins! Very Happy And not the motorcycling kind!

Congrats Gus, my wife is expecting our first in November, I'm not scared.... honest

Otherwise we'd obviously be challenging Jason (and Winger) to a 2up ride off

Jason, so when is the Iron Butt?

Ade

Ade B wrote:

My girlfriend and i are having twins! Very Happy And not the motorcycling kind!

Congrats Gus, my wife is expecting our first in November, I'm not scared.... honest

Otherwise we'd obviously be challenging Jason (and Winger) to a 2up ride off

Jason, so when is the Iron Butt?

Ade

Ade, Gus... Congratulations to you both. Having kids gives you the best and worst of experiences..

Twins though Gus - holy S*IT that's going to be hard work, but very very rewarding in the long term I'm sure.

As for the Iron Butt, it's next in 2009, but to be perfectly honest, I'm really not sure whether I'm capable of that ride. I need my sleep too much We'll see....

Jason