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Home Travel StoriesNorthern Spain 2018

Bodging Daaan Saaaf

By Ren Withnell

For 'tis the day of our departure. Nay, we are not departing Old England today, merely departing the grimy rain soaked place where we live. That'll be norf west Englund innit. Except...well...it's not raining here but according to the various internet weather websites it is somewhat wet in northern Spain. Hmmmm.

We are up at an unholy hour on a Sunday morning. Why? Ferry to catch? Nope. Today we ride to my father's place on the south coast and we're departing early in the hope of catching up with my uncle, who is also dropping in to see my Dad. I've not seen my uncle for a number of years and this is an excellent opportunity to catch up with him and his wife. 

He's pretty cool my uncle. Undercover policeman for a while, one time motorcyclist and police motorcyclist, surf dude and skier. Even in his early 60s he's still prone to a little travelling, maybe a spot of some unusual sport. He keeps himself active, that's my point. I hope I'm blessed with his desire to keep at it.

Seeing Sharon awake at this time is rarer than finding a diamond in a large lump of gold lying on the ground in Preston town centre on a Wednesday morning. Seeing her awake and willing is even rarer. Seeing her organised too is akin to finding said lump of gold while holding a winning lottery ticket and solving the Riemann hypothesis having never been to school. The probabilities involved are akin to finding someone else with my name on a planet at the other end of the universe.

As you can imagine it comes as a surprise to find myself on the road at 0615. With Sharon.

The motorway is blissfully quiet, not empty you understand yet we are free to flow as we see fit. We roll without break for 125 miles to Warwick Services on the M40. This 500 must be comfortable as I, big chief sore-ass stiff joints can usually only manage 50 or 60 miles at a time. Sharon, little chief can just sit there for miles and miles, is all excited about how quiet the motorway is.

Ren and Sharon's bikes under a pile of luggage in the car park of the motorway services
Do we look like genuine real proper adventurists? Do we...do we??

105 miles later we're at Ryka's Cafe, Box Hill. The country has awoken and the traffic is all around yet save for a patch of the M25 we have been moved unhindered. Amazing. If this good fortune carries on I might even buy a lottery ticket. Instead I buy a brew and call my Dad to warn him of our impending arrival.

When we've been on the motorway for a long time I don't know about you but Sharon and I find we "forget" how to ride. For me it's not too bad, I still haven't learned how to ride but Sharon notes when arriving at the first set of junctions off the motorway the notion of changing gear and braking appears to have become temporarily alien. There's a few flustered moments while the brain re-installs the "general riding" program and removes the "sit still and watch out" program.

My Dad and his wife are in fine fettle, my uncle and his wife are too. Food is eaten, stories are exchanged and my uncle suggests if we're in The Picos we should go to Fuenta De. Something about a cable car? Yes, I've heard this mentioned before so I put a star on Google maps to remind me.

Our ferry departs at 0845 on Tuesday morning. This means we have a Monday to spare. Fortunately. Upon inspection of my saddle bags I notice a small hole forming in the base of the left pannier. Dammit. It appears the bit on the rear footrest that stops the pillion's foot from slipping into the rear wheel is rubbing on the bottom of the bag. That will not do.

The bags are touching the rear footrest plates as circled in Red
It's not a good shot but you get the idea.

I wrestle with the bags. I shorten the straps, loosen the straps, change the angles and even try reversing them, all to no satisfactory avail. I need a better solution. I casually saunter over to Dad's garage and start poking around. Like father, like son he too has a collection of random screws, nuts, bolts, wires and off-cuts of wood. I feel a cunning plan being forged in my little brain.

I find a suitable piece of wood and a saw. I cut it roughly in half. I rummage around and find 2 nuts and bolts. I need some big washers - aha! "Dad - can I borrow the drill?" The reply is affirmative but I can sense the trepidation in his voice. Before long I have engineered a perfectly functional solution. Sharon rolls her eyes at me in despair.

A small square piece of white painted wood bolted on to the footrest hangar of Ren's 500
Well, it wouldn't be my bike with a few bits of wood on it.

A piece of wood covers the sharp metal of the rear footrest
The bit where the nut, bolt and washer are, that's the bit that was rubbing the bags.

I feel much happier now. Sharon's a little happier too as she's stolen my spare bungee and applied it to her Kriega bags in the search for stability. I wonder if I'll ever get that bungee back?

I'm glad we came to my Dad's place a little earlier. We've reworked the luggage, purchased some supplies for the ferry crossing, spent time with my uncle and also spent some time with my father. 

Tomorrow we *MUST* be at the ferry terminal in Portsmouth some 36 miles away. I wish to be there at 0700 in the interest of not rushing. With traffic and junctions we have around 45 minutes ride so I plan to leave my Dad's place at 0600. That means Sharon will need to be up at 0430. We enjoyed a miracle amongst miracles on Sunday morning, what are the chances of reproducing that miracle twice in one week?

And still the forecast in Spain does not look good. 


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Building Up To EspaƱa In the prologue to their journey Ren can't help but feel that the forthcoming journey might be a costly disaster. Forever the optimist.
Getting Ready For Spain Sharon is determined to be ready, organised and prepared for her forthcoming trip to Spain. However life is even more determined to ruin her plans.
Bodging Daaan Saaaf Ren bears witness to an impossible event. Then there's some last minute bodging to be done.
Motorway Miles And Muses Sharon's derriere proves more than tough enough for the big ride across England. Can she manage to lose them emotional luggage while securing her physical luggage though?
To The Ferry What are the chances of Sharon getting out of bed very early twice in the same week. Well she'd better had otherwise the Muppet's will miss the ferry.
Ocean Blue Sharon's more excited than nervous but this is the first time the Kwakker has been aboard ship. That's if customs let her on board.
Lost Off The Ferry The great adventurer and motorcyclist Ren is proving that he is in fact a useless idiot. He can't ride and he can't find a campsite that is open. Oh what will become of the BAT muppets?
Campsite Conundrum Sharon is having way too much fun while Ren is trying to find a place to sleep. Well someone has to be happy when Ren's such a grump.
Discovering The Picos After a troublesome first day in Spain hopefully Sharon and Ren's luck will improve. Thing is they have a 187km detour to reach their destination. There have been worse detours though.
Heaven's Mirror Putting fear and doubt to bed for a while Sharon enjoys the wondrous ecstasy of nature and the joy of riding a motorcycle through it. Oh and a lot of sharp corners too.
Rain In The Picos Will the rain bring doom and gloom to the already grumpy Ren? Luckily there's enough scenery and interesting things to keep him going.
The Sound Of Silence In spite of a dire weather forecast Sharon's day in Spain is filled with the beauty of nature, fond memories and the creation of great new memories.
Riding to Burgos Is motorcycle touring a non stop stream of excitement, beauty, wonder and exploration? Erm, nope. It's a rather ordinary day on the road to Burgos.
Tin Tin It's both a good and bad day for Sharon as she travels from the delights of the mountains to the grim reality of the city and the rain. At least her hair is looking good.
Higher Than I've Ever Been In spite of the weather forecasts. In spite of no longer being in The Picos. In spite of Ren being a pessimist. In spite of all this it seems Northern Spain has more delights in store.
Magical Kingdom Sharon's having another amazing day riding around Northern Spain. She's on a high, metaphorically and literally.
Boots And Burgos Ren is suffering a footwear malfunction and it's time to go and do that city thing. Can Burgos convert Sharon and Ren into city lovers?
Burgos Bimble Sharon explores the city of Burgos, Spain. Architecture, stone masonry, pilgrims and tempting food. But can a city really endear itself to this country girl?
Lost In Luxury How to turn a fortuitous and splendid day into a nightmare. Just follow Ren and he'll sort the rest out. Still, it could be worse.
Gritty Northern El Bierzo There's time to explore a different part of Northern Spain today. It might not have the beauty of The Picos De Europa it is however a fascinating area.
Back To Beauty, Dodgy Caravan It's time for the dynamic muppets to saunter their way back towards the ferry and Ren is in reflective mood. Wonderful scenery, weird accommodation.
Beautiful Potes While going to a now familiar town is hardly intrepid at least it means Ren is calm, chilled out and not lost. For once.
Sun, Sand, Sea And Santander The weather has improved now it's time for the dynamic muppets to head back to the ferry. Ren is intrigued by stories or walking across Northern Spain, will we see "Walks And Travels" or W.A.T.?
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