There is a lot to be said for riding by oneself. For instance . Twelve riders, or so, having ridden for miles as a group, some riding outside their comfort zone and maybe the bikes, trying to keep up, all converge on a gas station all at once. But there is only 3 vacant pumps. A lot of us are going to have to wait while the first ones in get to fill up first. We started the day with too much coffee anyway, add the stress of the last couple of hours of riding, trying to keep as close to the " Leader" as possible, without making it too obvious. Because you know, as does everyone else, of what is coming at the next gas stop. Ok, so I didn't get to be one of the first this time because of the aforementioned oil issue , so I arrive second to last. Alright , I'll be first to the toilet then, I'm bursting anyway because of all that adrenaline and caffeine. So you are right Scotch- now would be the time to sneak that oil in as I was going to park over here in the corner anyway while waiting for the next pump- brilliant !
So we all eventually get gassed up, but in true comrade fashion- like Clarkson in Top Gear- the first in are done and they are off. Now it's lucky I've done this trip at least once before so I have an idea where we are going- no GPS on this bike. After all we are supposed to be doing the old bike thing right.
But finally the Ducati has an issue. It's a 74 or 75 pre- electric start SS.- Looks wonderful, sounds great, but in spite of him getting to the pumps second - he knows "Leader" really well, his re-fuelling is quite a process , is it any wonder he has to be second. First, the bike must go onto the center stand- side stand , if it had one is long gone . It has clip on handle bars, tank bag and soft luggage across the passenger seat. This bike was never designed to do this so all these add on's always looked like they were just about ready to fall off. So I would sometimes follow at a distance. So into the pump , onto the center stand, tank bag off , re-fuel. I'm oiling up, watching out of the corner of my eye ready to pounce.
With re-fuelling now done the first three have to have a drink , or buy a snack , or their credit card didn't work so now the're inside paying- move your f #** bike so I can get in.
Eventually all settles down , everyone leaves - except me and the DUCK. My Redemption Drawth Nigh. The electric start. To start the Duc , not having one,all that rear luggage has to come off because he can't get a swing on the start lever with it in place. And anyway - he's already got several bruises on his right calf and ankle from it kicking back several times at the last stop. Everything has to be done right and in the right order But it does start, but it's got to stay started while all this "stuff" is tied and bungeed back on. It has this friction thingy on the twist grip that tightens to keep the revs up while doing all this other stuff. He's a bit over weight and out of shape and with all this rushing around , the sweat is coming inspite of the temperature of about 5 degrees and bits of snow lying in the corners. To get on the bike, still on the centre stand, now that it is all loaded, is mounting from the right side, right foot onto foot peg, swing left leg up and over luggage all the while reaching clip on's with the tank bag in the way. His legs are a bit short,so he needs some help to rock the bike forward to get it off the stand. He's so crammed in the only position on the seat, he can't get enough upper body motion to rock the bike forward on his own. This fun from where I'm sitting. A frantic wave from the rider and I switch the Kawasaki off, walk over to this beached over loaded bike and push on the rear grab rail and onto it's wheels it goes. I lift my visor- "No more smart arse stuff about oil , ok ! "
But now we are off, with a lot of catching up to do. The others are long gone. He takes off like a mad man. Now he's going to prove to himself at least, that the Duck has it's advantages and it was a good choice of bike to be riding.
So on that day at least, I was happier where I was- electric start- alternator big enough to run an electric jacket, and an exhaust note that all agreed was the best.