|Yours truly on trials Bullet arriving at Fishguard ferry terminal.|
Been a little while since last loading up the bike and riding to a ferry for an overseas adventure. A few months ago a plot was hatched, a date decided, a suitable event located and folks pledged allegiance. Time moves on, we're all older and commitments grow so in the end participants were whittled down to myself and Dan.
|This is the sign you want to see welcoming you to a campsite!|
Thursday eve and I set off up to Dan's in Bristol. Just a couple of miles from home I stopped for a lad on a CG125 who had run out of petrol then later encountered a ludicrous and lengthy diversion around Castle Cary. By this point the bike was showing signs of fuel starvation. Every so often it would stutter and eventually it started cutting. It was getting late though and I decided to press on to Dan's. Arrived late and we drained the tank to clean the fuel tap filter out the next morning.
|Gwaun Valley brewery. Well worth a visit and|
Early rise and we cleaned the filter, filled the bike with petrol and fuel was still struggling to get through. Then we changed the in-line filter. Doh! All was fine. We managed to hit the road relatively early, Dan on his trusty 350 Bullet and both bikes were running a dream.
Heading to the ferry terminal at Fishguard from Bristol there isn't much to do apart from grin and bear the long motorway stint. We managed to average 50mph for a couple of hours so it wasn't too bad. Then about 12 miles from the Ferry I thraped the Bullet to overtake a lorry, made it past and the engine cut. Pretty embarassing. I cut in in front of the lorry, it roared past and I cruised to a halt. We had a quick check over the bike, there was an hour and a half till we needed to be at the terminal. I kicked it over and reluctantly it started up again. Something wasn't right though. We decided to try for the ferry. A couple of miles on it cut again. Various fettles and plug swaps were tried. Eventually Dan suggested the ignition coil was at fault. Seemed plausible so we asked at the farm we happened to be next to when the bike cried enough. There was a motor factors just up the road. Dan rode on, bought a coil, it was fitted and normal service resumed. We had now however missed the ferry by an hour.
|Loading up the Bullet the next morning.|
We went to the ferry terminal all the same and the guy there was really helpful. Despite it being a non-refundable, non-amendable ticket he changed it to the next day's sailing in good cheer. Great service, thanks! I've always believed that some of my best motorcycle travel experiences have been a result of breakdowns. It's those times that you are actually put in a situation and have to seek out local folks for assistance. There was certainly a silver lining to this breakdown cloud as we had a good meal and wander around Fishguard then a scenic ride over to a campsite in the Gwaun Valley. A farmhouse campsite in beautiful countryside and the killer selling point was that the site is part of the excellent Gwaun Valley Brewery. There could be no sign more welcome on riding a bike in through a campsite gate than 'Campers please report to brewery'. So report we did in the knowledge that there was no early start the next day.
|Dan goes in for surgery.|
The cider was powerful stuff and we awoke the next morning with thick heads in an Irish mountain drizzle. Some folks had already left but we hung around for a chat with the remaining folks. There was a good turnout, probably just over thirty bikes and a friendly crowd.
|Powers the Pot.|
|Powers the Pot. Stunning location.|