Streak and Storm are back in storage for a well earned rest after 2 months on the road. They have both accumulated over 60,000 miles / 96,500 kms. Both will need a good clean and service before returning to the road in future. Anne’s chain and sprockets have reached the end of their lives and will need replacing but this will wait until before we next take Streak and Storm on the road again.
As a final treat we thought that we should take Streak & Storm out to a couple of motorcycle themed places in London we had not been to before, namely ‘The Bike Shed Motorcycle Club’ in Shoreditch which opened in November 2015 and the famed ‘Ace Cafe London’ on the North Circular Rd which originally opened in 1938. With all our motorcycle travels we had never ridden motorcycles in Central London. Anne decades ago had bravely ridden a bicycle around London until it was stolen but that is another story.
The weather is kind to us, but does not make up for the horrendously slow traffic we encounter, and this is a Saturday. I could not imagine how people do city riding every day. We wend our way slowly through SE London trying to stay in the correct lane before we both realise that there is a small white motorcycle on a blue background for the bus lines, Eureka, we are off and making much faster progress. Over Tower Bridge, a must do option and finally arrive outside The Bike Shed. I am contemplating how to cross the oncoming traffic into the entrance when a group of a dozen or so street bikes swamp us, one pulls across the oncoming traffic and authoritatively stops the cars. We all nip across and into ….. a small laneway between the tables and chairs of the patrons: it’s great except we have our wide panniers and the rest are slim street bikes. Still, all survive and we park in the back under the railway arches.
The parking under the arches is filled with a cacophony of motorcycle engines as we all park. We are the only adventure bikes and dirty ones at that. Streak and Storm with their panniers, sticker covered top boxes and loads strapped on the back stood out amongst all those smooth road bikes, but none of them have had the adventures Streak and Storm have experienced.
Well worth a visit and great to have such a place in central London for motorcyclists to meet. Kudos to those who set the Bike Shed up. Do go and support this establishment if you are in London, “use it or loose it as they say”. After a delicious brunch at the Bike Shed, on to the Ace Cafe via Euston Rd – again the bus lanes were a saviour for the clutch hand allowing us to keep moving at a steady pace. The Ace Cafe was a transport cafe from 1938 to 1969 built to service traffic on the A406 North Circular. In the 50s and 60s it became a magnet for young motorcyclists and became one of the birthplaces of the Care Racer: it was one of the cafes motorcyclists would use for short races between popular cafes. (for those interested, check out www.caferacertv.com/the-history-of-cafe-racers/ )
Finally for those who want to know, and so we will not forget, here are the trip facts and figures
– This was our fourth long distance trip on Streak and Storm since 2014
– We visited France, Belgium, Netherlands, Denmark, Faroes, Iceland and Germany
– Streak & Storm have now been to 50 countries
– Streak & Storm covered 4,500 miles / 6,700 kilometres this trip
– We replaced two parts on Storm, the rear ABS cable and LH Instrument control
– Both motorcycles have now travelled more than 60,000 miles / 96,500 kilometres
This trip to Iceland and the Faroe Islands has been yet another great experience, we have seen and done so much, made new friends and renewed our bonds with existing friends. We will however focus on warmer climes in future for our motorcycle travel. We now seamlessly switch to four wheels for a two week road trip. Yes a couple more blog entries to come.
Land at last, after three days clinging to the tattered rigging and being cruelly pounded by the North Atlantic’s icy waves, we stagger ashore in Denmark thankful to be on dry land again.
What a load of rubbish! We had a generally smooth crossing and any thoughts of seasickness were caused by me, Anthony, having a small sinus blockage. We have found the M/S Norröna of the Smyril Line a comfortable and well equipped little ship, perfect for us especially with the forward facing cabin above the bridge. We just had to open the window and shout our instructions down to the crew below. Well I would have done if the window opened. We could watch the bridge camera showing the sea ahead on the TV screen in the cabin and then confirm it by looking out the window. One of only six forward facing cabins, luck of the Speeds I guess.
The arrival back in Denmark sees a small rise in temperature to 17 degrees celsius. It is surprising the difference a couple of degrees of extra warmth make while riding to us. We have decided that we are not, and never were, the heroic all weather hard core riders that appear on the covers of the Adventure Motorcycle magazines; we are more the temperate domesticated variety, but we are happy so what else matters.
From the northern tip of Denmark, we head southwards ignoring the multiple ferries heading north to Norway, another time perhaps. Our destination is the town of Billund in central Denmark and yes the home of Lego and the original Legoland. I have not had an interest in Lego since my early teens, but the opportunity to visit the original home of Lego is too good to pass up.
What we discover is an interesting mix of rides, working models and clever little items almost hidden from view at times. As someone who grew up with the basic bricks and not the multiplicity of sets that exist today I am impressed by the large scale builds just using simple bricks such as Mt Rushmore showing four US Presidents heads and somewhere we have been in 2015. The wildlife park is just as realistic, in my view, and a lot safer than the real thing, no-one has ever been seriously mauled by a lego animal. I will let you enjoy the photos without more of my commentary.
Onward towards Berlin leaving Denmark and getting onto the German autobahns with their fast flowing traffic. Unlike India where rear view mirrors are an optional extra, here one needs to have eyes in the back of the head literally. With higher speeds, those small dots in the far distance grow large quickly, but we found German drivers have a disciplined helpful approach to fast driving which included lane discipline, something lacking back home in Australia.
Our friends in Berlin have moved further out and for the first time since 1994, we are staying out of the city, almost in the country near Potsdam. This area was still in West Berlin as evidenced by the different shades of green paint on the bridge and the photos showing the progression of border controls from 1945 to 1989.
We decide that we will spend our days in Potsdam as we are focusing on smaller cities and towns and we have been to Berlin a number of times before. The weather gods smile on us as we wander through the streets and parks of Potsdam in sunshine. I have not been there before but Anne has researched it and takes me on a leisurely tour through the city.
Knowing Anne’s interest in art, our friend Antonia took us to see a Street Art display at Yaam (Young African Art Market) which has been operating for some 11 years at the same location. Located near Ostbahnhof station on the banks of the river Spree, it is an Afro Caribbean venue with bars, beaches shops and art spaces. Here we meet Frank, one of the street artists running the Street Art display and we find out the artist responsible for the piece we all like the most.
Frank then introduces Anne to virtual graffiti using digital spray cans on an electronic screen showing the Berlin Wall. Anne quickly got the hand of it and I think all clean walls should be worried if she passes with a bag full of aerosol paint cans.
With all the recent news around global warming and carbon reduction, it was interesting to hear from someone with whom we had ridden in SE Asia that he now travels long distance by train in Germany, not only to reduce their personal carbon footprint but also to demonstrate potential clients of their green credentials. Something neither of us would have thought of in our careers. As Bob Dylan said way back when “The Times They Are A Changing’ and in this context the words first verse is quite prophetic.
En route to Belgium and my cousin’s place, we stop half way at Gütesloh, a town of some 100,000 people. A short walk through the town showed us a prosperous high street filled with a wide variety of shops with a more prosperous feel than those we have seen in the UK. No empty shopfronts here, the high street in Gütersloh seems to be thriving, I wonder why the difference?
Leaving town, we pass the now deserted RAF Gütersloh / Princess Royal Barracks former bases for the British forces in Germany. For over 60 years British military forces were based here but all have withdrawn back to the UK. The place has an unused air about it although a steady stream of vehicles through the main gate may mean some future use of the facilities.
As we return to my cousin’s place in Belgium with Streak and Storm, I recall that this was our first stop when we set off on the first RTW journey over five years ago with shiny motorcycles, all new equipment and no idea of what we were going to experience. This was the first time we had caught up since then so it was great the see the family again.
Onto the Eurotunnel and back to the UK, a quick visit to Anne’s mum.
Another week before we wrap up this motorcycle trip…