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  • The Monte Carlo run- Part 1

    I’ve often written about how rides are dictated by weather windows, well this tour tale came about due to a time window. The year was rapidly heading towards autumn and opportunities to ride the cols were disappearing faster than a drunk’s money at a bar. I had an itch to scratch, I wanted to go and ride in the Alps again. It looked as if I’d be on my own though, as Sue really didn’t want to come and Mark had too many work commitments. I mentioned to Andy that I was going to be riding and he asked if he could come along too, especially given that my route, with a little alteration, would enable him to visit and walk the Formula 1 track around Monte Carlo. So, with some of Europes major cols to ride and an iconic destination to head for, we had a plan and looked forward to the off.

    It’s a seven hour ride to Andys place from mine, and then another two back down to what I consider the start of the ride I’d planned at Grenoble, so we compromised and agreed to meet at Grenoble, meaning we’d have an early start to the first day which would make a big difference in being able to get around my ambitious route.

    Battle bus loaded and ready for the off

    The GPS showed 6 hours to Grenoble, so at midday I set off on the predominantly motorway route there. That amount of time on boring roads gives you a lot of personal time to think about things, here are some thoughts  I had along the way.

    Are these earplugs with speakers more sound deadening than the pair I have without?…….

    It’s amazing how much difference riding in the sun makes compared to being in the shade, especially at motorway speeds!……..

    An hour passed already, only another 5 to go…..

    France has an enormous number of road signs, departmental, regional, for chateaux, parcs, museums etc etc…..

    Amazing that fuel consumption is only 5.4l/100….

    Glad I wore a second undershirt, it’s so much cooler out of the sun….

    Great, only another 3 ½ hours left…..

    Must be time for a break soon?…..

    I’ll stop here…….

    Great, half way there now………

    And so the ramblings went on and on as the miles and hours passed by.

    Grenoble eventually reached, I filled up with petrol at a supermarket near the hotel, and after parking up in the hotel car park, took the opportunity to  chat with a couple of Brits who had just arrived, one on a bike superbly equipped for touring, an old ST1100 Pan European, the other manifestly and outwardly the complete opposite, a ZX-10R with just a pack strapped to the rear seat. Asking how he managed with so little luggage and on a sports bike, he told me that the bike wasn’t too bad but he probably wouldn’t tour on one again, and that he just threw away clothing after each day. Considering they’d already ridden from the UK down through Belgium, Germany, Italy, France and were heading to Switzerland, I reckon he was doing bloody well to still be walking and be as cheerful as he was! Fair play to you guys though, hope the rest of the ride went well and it was a pleasure to meet you.

    Andy rocked up an hour and a half after I arrived, and after a couple of beers and dinner in the hotel we turned in and looked forward to the next days riding.

    Stats for the day- Home to Grenoble a whisker under 600kms and just under 6 hours riding time

    Day 1

    8.12am. The bikes are packed, radios checked and working, and we’re off. The hotel location puts us onto the D1075 towards Vif within minutes, and onto the start of three days of bend swinging.

    Familiar views are welcoming and here’s one showing early morning clouds over the nearly hills, and with temperatures not much above 15C this time of the morning I’m glad I’m wearing a second under layer beneath my vented summer jacket.

    I know these roads so well that immediately I’m carving them with verve. Shifting gently off the seat I enter a sharp left hander and am shocked as the footrest extender decks out and momentarily moves me off line. Strange, ridden that corner dozens of times and not had that happen! I’ve recently switched to a Bridgestone BT030 front tyre and it has livened up the steering, but today I’m not getting the feedback I expect. I hadn’t noticed anything odd on the motorway heading to Grenoble, but then again that was predominantly riding in straight lines, so what was going on? The beauty of radio to radio contact is the ability to talk with your riding buddy. After a quick comment to Andy about my handling woes he suggested I change the ESA setting to one plus luggage. Now that’s something I’ve never needed to do on the old BT023 tyres, but seeking to resolve the “odd” handling I was experiencing, changed the setting, and lo and behold, all was restored to normal. Thanks Andy!

    At Monestier the D1075 joins the N85, a road which runs in parallel to the Route Napoleon on the other side of the valley. I prefer this side because of the better road surface and the views, leave the N75 to the tourists who want to ride the busier and alternative route down to Gap.  The N85 crosses the Col de Croix Haute, it’s only 1179m but has some great bends on the way to it’s summit, although there are some very strange drivers going the other way today! Cars lining up for overtakes round blind bends aiming for me don’t give me confidence in the early morning driving skills of others, but we continue safely to the turn off point towards Veynes and onto Gap without further problems.

    In Gap Andy needs to stop to find an optician for contact lenses, and once sorted we head over the bridge into Savine le Lac and pause for coffee.

    The Lac de Serre Poncon is one of Europes largest artificial lakes and today it seems to be quite full compared to other times we’ve visited. Circling the lake is always a pleasure, with magnificent views, beautiful blue water, and the 123m dam wall clearly visible in the distance.

    The next hour or so is spent on roads that I’d been looking forward to for so long. Small cols, winding roads, variations of fast open bends combined with  tight, twisty, and technical sections with the small cols of St Jean, De Maure (1346m) and Labouret (1240m) providing challenging riding, ending all too soon at La Javie.

    The city of Digne comes next with it’s huge sweepers leaving the city past the hospital and through a seemingly never ending 70kph speed restricted area.  The roads down to Barreme are now strangled by lowered speed limits too, and the joy of blasting down on these fabulous open roads has been neutered somewhat by the French governments continued reduction in speed limits everywhere.

    Barreme to the Col des Leques and to one of my favourite spots in France, Le Bistro du Col. Normally I arrive after 6 hours riding and too late to eat lunch, but today, having a two hour head start after leaving from Grenoble, we arrive around lunch time and are greeted by a guy who has been there ever since I started riding the cols aons ago. He usually recognises me by my Haga replica, but I’ve got a new helmet this year, but once I introduced myself he recognised me and shook hands. His recommendation for the pork speciality of the day was excellent, and once again it was great to just sit quietly on the col watching others go by, chilling out to the super cool laid back music that they play there.

    Here’s Bertrand and his Monster

    Over lunch we decided that rather than head down on the D6085 to Grasse, we’d try something different, so heading over the Clue de Vergons and Col de Toutes Aures to Entrevaux, we headed south on the D2211/D17 towards Sigale and Roquestron. I’d input a route to take us to Nice via this route after having checked waypoints on the map, but at Roquesteron it all went to pot. We were on a road that seemed to be getting progressively smaller, tighter, and less well surfaced. Joking over the radio Andy noted that if this was a departmental road heaven help us if we were to have tried the smaller roads marked white on the map!

    Things really did start to get worse though and the pace got slower and slower, the arrival time on the GPS suddenly leapt up by an extra half hour, and eventually at a junction the penny dropped, the GPS had routed us onto the white road we didn’t want to ride on as it had calculated it was a faster route! With little choice other than to continue we dragged round the poorly surfaced and often gravel strewn roads before arriving in Nice, where either tiredness or poor interpretation of the GPS route led to us getting split up.  After a few minutes the phone rang, and Andy suggested we meet at a McDonalds, good idea except there were two registered in the GPS. Plan B was to meet at Flunch, which was supposedly only 10 minutes away. The GPS then sent me around a couple of housing estates before I eventually got on the right track and rolled up at Flunch to find Andy already there waiting for me.

    Tired, pissed off, and in need of some chill time, I waited while Andy surfed the net and found a hotel for us. We booked and were there 15 minutes later. With the bikes parked securely in the underground car park, Andy went for a swim, then we met later in the bar for a couple of beers, had a pleasant evening meal, and after agreeing another early start for tomorrows trip to Monte Carlo, we turned in for the night.

    Days stats- 382kms and 6 hours 29 riding time

    Day 2

    Sometimes technology goes wrong, and this morning was one of those times. Andy paid for his room and set off to the car park whilst the receptionist took my credit card, which was promptly refused. A second attempt failed too. I handed over a UK credit card which was also rejected. Now unless I’d been made bankrupt or someone had emptied my accounts, there was no logical reason for this to happen, and sensing my frustration the receptionist decided to try another credit card machine, and guess what, it worked this time! Accepting her apologies for the problems I descended to the garage where I blamed Andy for using his “dodgy” card earlier!

    The lure of Monte Carlo was obviously a big one for Andy, he’s watched Formula 1 for years and always wanted to walk the course but the opportunity had never presented itself, and clearly he was very keen to get there, as leading off from the hotel and entering the peage he was off quicker than a rat up a drainpipe.  At this early hour of the day there was little traffic anywhere and we were soon descending into Monte Carlo, and by 8.15 we were parked up and admiring the flotilla of very expensive boats moored in the harbour.

    Taking the role of tour guide Andy excitedly pointed out the main points of the track as we walked around it.

    Crossing over the road from Tabac, we climbed the hill, past Beau Rivage and to the Casino where I’d last visited on a tour many years previously



    Mirror reflecting the casino opposite

    We followed the holes in the pavement where the barriers are inserted, amazed at the narrowness of the track and the tightness of some of the corners.

    Mirabeau down to the tunnel

    Comfy loungers to while away the hours gazing out at the view and luxury boats

    Surprisingly sharp bend!

    Walking through the marina the overriding smell is of diesel fumes and brasso as deckhands worked on polishing their bosses multi million pound vessels.

    Local owner

    Great sense of humour and obviously huge trust fund!

    Andys next purchase?

    You can’t quite see in this picture but even the tie ropes are neatly coiled to perfection

    We walked on past the marina to Piscine, and La  Rascasse, with Andy continuing to tell stories about each place, I’ve never seen him so happy or animated, he was like a kid in a sweet shop, Nice when you can go somewhere or do something you’ve always wanted to do and it meets your expectations!

    Fangio statue

    This guy had come a long way!

    In the shop windows nearby there were lots of images and Grand Prix memorabilia

    We eventually stopped for a drink, and less than an hour and a half after we started we were back at the bikes and ready to go again.


  • 136kms

    136kms, not really a very big number, and in fact there were times earlier this year when a ride of 136kms would have been considered just a warm up before mid-morning coffee, times when days of 600kms or more were the norm. It’s been an odd year though, and the long rides seem to have become fewer and fewer as the year has progressed, with an op at the end of July curtailing some end of summer rides, and rain ruining opportunities for far too many others. With less frequent weather windows, opportunities to ride need to be grabbed when they become available, so when an opportunity to ride finally presents itself, finding your BMW no longer has many functioning electrics, is definitely a pain in the backside.

    In mid-November the GT had its 70,000 service, and before it went in I had warned the garage that the left hand switchgear was playing up, but as it was working on the day it went in (sods law), they didn’t change it. Having not ridden much since then, and with sun and 13 degrees outside today, it was an unpleasant discovery to find that nothing operated from the left hand switchgear. No adjustable screen, no suspension adjustment, indicators, hazard warning lights, cruise control, or horn. I really didn’t want to miss what might be the last chance to ride this year, and this, coupled with the fact that I’ve recently moved and wanted to get out and explore some new roads, meant that the desire to ride soon proved too much to resist. Refusing to be beaten by BMW’s electrics, I figured that as the starter switch is on the right hand side and as the engine was running, I’d use hand signals for turns, so with this simple solution, I was able to grab the chance to take advantage of the sun while it was still warm enough to go out.

    Having studied the brand new map I’d recently bought, I quickly decided on which roads looked interesting, and set off. Riding on unknown roads and finding new places is one of biking’s pleasures. My new region has some fine chateaux, glorious countryside, plenty of lakes and woods, and best of all, it’s all new to me! Despite the sun, the roads were often damp under the trees, so surfaces varied between wet, damp, and bone dry. I had to concentrate hard to figure out where the grip was, in between enjoying the views, the buzzards in the trees, the hawk that flew across the road directly in front of me, and even finding a windmill! A bit of hard acceleration in 4th gear saw the rear slip quickly on a glacial looking piece of road, and there was a crest in the road that had an unexpected left hand kink immediately after it, but those were the only two small dramas of the ride.

    In the end, it may only have been 136kms, but I’d managed to get out and ride, rediscovered the joys of map reading and riding on unknown roads, explored new places, made mental notes of which roads and places to revisit, but most of all, had fun, and all regardless of the fact that 95% of the bikes electrics weren’t working.


  • Col de la Madeleine, Col du Glandon & Col de la Croix de Fer

    Ride reports are sometimes like London buses, sometimes nothing, then several come along at once. On a day where temperatures reached 33C, here’s the latest of my recent reports.

    I like to think I’ve ridden every major pass in Switzerland and a vast number of the French too, but checking the map I found a loop of 3 passes that I couldn’t recall riding. The first, the Col de la Madeleine I remember having attempted to ride, circa 2003 with my wife Sue, but we didn’t manage it as the pass was closed due to snow, in May, and it seems I didn’t go back and try again, so here was a start point, and with the Col du Glandon and Col de la Croix de Fer all in close proximity, there was a natural loop for the day.

    Always a good sign when you see a pass is actually open!

    A picture of the sign at the summit is irrefutable proof you’ve been there, here’s Sue at the top

    Lunch stop for the day, and judging from the voices around us there were as many Brits up here as French

    Nice in the shade til a sudden gust blew all the umbrellas over!

    Food beautifully presented

    Top left on the plate is foie gras and chocolate!

    Great scenery to admire

    Descent has great views but all too quickly you arrive at the first of several soon hit small towns and the road surface is variable at best. One interesting thing that happened was that as we entered a roundabout at the town at the bottom of the pass we were met by two gendarmes who were stopping the traffic at two entries, and getting drivers to take breath tests. When the female gendarme saw I’d got a full face helmet on, she obviously decided it wasn’t worth the 5 minute delay for me to take it off and blow into the bag so she waved me through, but the guy behind with an open face helmet wasn’t so lucky.  First time I’ve seen roadside breath tests though!

    Next pass of the day

    Beautiful scenery looking back

    Just in case you don’t know what pass you’re on the locals obligingly daub the name on the road for what seems like miles. Looks good on camera for the Tour de France I guess?

    Arriving at the summit

    I got talking to a Dutch guy who came over to talk to me after having seen my bike mounted film camera. We jointly agreed that the tar snakes (road repairs) were particularly slippery and we’d both experienced slides on the way up!

    The sign on the Glandon shows the Col de la Croix de Fer is only 2.5kms away. I can’t recall any cols, anywhere, where two summits are so close!.

    Not much variety in sign making, they all look the same!

    Some amazing scenery descending the Croix de Fer, I’m just mad at myself for leaving the camera at home and having only iphone pictures to post.

    I planned a route back past the Chateau du Miolans and down the Col de Leschaux, and here is where I’d like to add a warning tale to you all.

    During rides on any col you can’t help but be impressed by the number of people, young and old, whom will challenge themselves and their bodies to drag themselves up 2000m cols. As bikers sometimes we curse that they are mid bend and ride two abreast, but in the spirit of giving everyone a chance to enjoy the magnificent scenery and roads here, I always try to give them plenty of room. Sometimes however, they do the unexpected. I came across a group of riders from the same club spread over a km or two en route to the Col des Leschaux. With a clear road on the opposite side to overtake you’ll see from the picture that I’m practically straddling the white line as this guy turns round to either check where his friends are or because he’s heard the bikes engine.

    Seems at this point his balance and being clipped into his pedals is going to be an issue as he veers towards the middle of the road

    Taking avoiding action to swerve round him, look how close he got!

    So be careful out there fellow riders, it’s not just wild animals, birds and dozy drivers that are out to get you, cyclists can be just as dangerous a breed!

    Anyway, we had a great day, only 394kms but 6 hours 35 in the saddle.

  • Grand St Bernard to the Matterhorn (Breuil-Cervina)

    The weather! It seems that it’s impossible to write a ride report without remarking on it as it’s impacted on our riding so much this year.

    The previous weekend we had planned to go over the Grand St Bernard to lunch at Breuil-Cervina beneath the Matterhorn, but a landslide had closed the pass so we had had to make alternative plans. This weekend the pass was open, but the weather showed that the ever present rain that’s dogged this year was still about. Nevertheless, we decided that if we waited for a clear day we’d never go, so Sue and I agreed to meet Mark and Sev at 08.00 on Saturday. We hadn’t exactly agreed where to meet, but as we both needed petrol and had to pass the douane at Ferney Voltaire, chances were we would meet them at one of the other location, and sure enough they arrived at the petrol station as we were filling up.

    The sky started off overcast, and as we passed through and round Lausanne on the autoroute, it was clear that we were going to encounter rain fairly soon , and sure enough we did, enough to drive Mark off the motorway and into the nearest McDonalds for shelter. After a warm drink and Mark and Sev now in their waterproof oversuits, we set off again, and of course soon after, the weather started to clear, although as we climbed upwards towards the start of the Grand St Bernard we could see low lying clouds ahead. I don’t have any pictures of the ascent of the Grand St Bernard as they’d all be dull and cloudy, but once we ‘d crossed from Switzerland into Italy at the top of the pass and started to descend the Italian side, the weather completely changed, and although there was low cloud the sun was starting to shine through


    The road surface on the Italian side is fantastic, there are new barriers and plenty of new laybys to pull over and admire the views

    Bends we’ve descended already to the left and above, plenty to come going down to the right

    Wooded section nearing bottom

    In Aosta we stopped off at Moto America, a huge BMW, Ducati and Triumph dealer, and wandered round the showrooms admiring the bikes.

    The ride to Breuil Cervina is only one hour from Aosta. Passing through many small villages, today we were cursed with following camper vans and slow Italian drivers rather than the racier types you’d normally expect in Italy. The road climbs gently through the lower reaches before starting to climb more steeply with tighter and more interesting bends. I managed to get ahead of Mark at one stage and was amused when he rolled into Breuil Cervina later to hear he’s mistakenly followed another GT ride thinking it was me, until he had spotted the other bike had panniers fitted and mine didn’t! Passing the Lago Blau a couple of kms from the town, here is the view of the Matterhorn ahead.

    Matterhorn from restaurant

    Lunch was pasta and mushrooms, and whilst it tasted good there wasn’t much of it, and expecting a second helping which didn’t materialise, we were forced to have a desert to help fill our hungry stomachs. Declining coffees, we set off back the way we had come, back towards Aosta, and back over the Grand St Bernard. With excellent surfaces warmed by the sun it was time to let rip and enjoy the blast on strangely empty roads up to the summit

    Once over the top and back to the Swiss side however, it was back into the low level cloud.

    Water tower

    Mark posing


    Sue and I

    Cloud looking back up the pass

    Not quite sure what this sign with Napoleon hat was supposed to portray, but there were a few of them

    Another water tower further down

    Once into the tunnels that mark the end of the pass, it was down towards Martigny, a stop off for petrol, and boring and windswept motorway back home. Final stats of 531kms and 7hours 01 in the saddle showed it was another big day, still can’t complain, if we’d have stayed at home based on the weather forecast, we wouldn’t have enjoyed ourselves!

  • A rainy July Sunday


    The plan was to ride over the Grand St Bernard to Aosta in Italy and onto Breuil-Cervina for lunch overlooking the Matterhorn. The weather forecast looked to be ok, and with Mark and Sev, Sue and I, Brian, Tim and David all saying they were coming, I was looking forward to a decent days ride.

    We planned to meet at 08.30-09.00 at La Cote services, and arriving there at 08.35 I saw Brians Panigale and Tims GS already parked up, and the twin headlights that had been gaining on us as we approached the services, turned out to be David and his recently purchased Triumph GT1050.

    I’d had a missed call from Tim before I left, and when we joined him and Brian in the restaurant upstairs, he asked me if I knew that the Grand St Bernard was closed due to a landslide? Some quick thinking and a couple of options thrown out to the guys, led to a decision being made to head to the Alps instead. Mark arrived sans Sev (who was feeling unwell) his customary 5 minutes late (he’ll claim 4), so we shared the new plan with him and we were off, 15 minutes later than planned, but hey, with the long nights these days we weren’t in a big rush.

    We stopped at Brig for the first of many petrol stops for Brian and his thirsty Panigale. It was amazing how much noise Brians bike makes! Inside the many tunnels en route the sound of the exhaust reverberated like a jackhammer and you could feel the vibrations though your body. It was so loud you couldn’t even hear your own bikes engine! How he managed to retain any sense of hearing after a day on it I’ll never know! Still, after a coffee and comfort stop at the adjacent McDonalds we were off again, through the quaintly named town of Bitsch, and into the start of the countryside leading to Gletsch and the mountains.

    The nearer we got to Gletsch the more variable the weather became. Roads were sometimes soaked from earlier showers, and from time to time we passed through others, a trend which was to repeat itself throughout the whole day. After a great run into Gletsch (always love that bit of road) it was up the 2431m Furkapass and a chance to enjoy some dry roads.

    Through paved tunnel

    View the other side looking forward to the Grimselpass

    I’d abdicated my usual leaders role for part of the day to film the others. I’ve 20+ films on Youtube featuring some great roads, but always with a forward facing camera and no other riders with me, so today was a chance to film something different.

    (The film will be posted on YouTube soon entitled “A rainy July Sunday”)

    Mark led part of the way until Brian decided to stretch the legs of his Pani and blasted past. Two up and on a bike weighing at least 100kgs more than his, I did my best to keep up and film. Stopping at the top after the usual brisk run up, it was then onwards towards Andermat and low level cloud and mist.

    Clouds ahead

    About to enter the clouds!

    The roads quickly became sodden, the drop offs suddenly more worrying, as visibility and speeds were reduced.

    Check the road dropping away to the right

    Time had marched on a little faster than I’d hoped, so we decided to have lunch at the Aurora hotel in Andermat, and were able to sit outside in the sun and relax for a while, hoping that the weather forecast Tim was looking at indicating more showers, would pass us by.

    Pictured left to right, Sue, Mark, Brian, Tim and David

    Out of Andermat then, through the tunnels down towards Wassen

    and the turn off for the 2324m Sustenpass.

    This pass is one of my all time favourites, but normally I ride it in the opposite direction, so today would make an interesting change, and its true, things seemed completely different.

    Stuck behind a group of Italians for a while, Brian David and I got past them leaving Mark and Tim stuck behind. As we got higher the roads suddenly became damp, and we hit the cloud/rain again.

    Brian was doing a good job leading, especially given his tyres don’t have much tread on the edges, but he at least had a rain mode and traction control to assist him.

    As we entered the tunnel at the top of the pass I decided now would be a good time to stop and don my waterproof top, as by now the rain was pretty heavy,

    Setting off a few minutes later after Tim and Mark had gone by, I passed David at the side of the road also putting his wet gear on.

    The lower slopes of the Susten which are so enjoyable going up were quite frankly a pain going down in the wet. Tight bends and wet roads don’t make for much fun, but once down in Innerkirchen the roads were drier and only moderately wet, as we set off towards Interlaken. A few kms before we got there, Brian came alongside indicating he needed petrol, so after dialling in a search for nearby petrol stations into the GPS, we dived off to the closest one 6kms away.

    After a few kms of main road we turned off towards Zweisimmen and some interesting cross country stuff, the best bit unfortunately spoiled by having to follow a couple of cars and a camper van. We turned off to join the 1509m Jaunpass where we stopped for a hot drink and the last stop of the day (except for Brian who needed yet another petrol stop again later!).

    Wet roads beckoned yet again as Mark led the group down towards Bulle and Gruyeres.

    Cross country towards Chateau D’Oex, and finally the rain had got to Brian. Clad in leather jacket and bike trousers rather than waterproofs, he’d braved the rain all day, but coming alongside at some traffic lights in heavy rain he forlornly asked “whats the quickest way out of here?”, and was clearly disappointed to be told “We’re going the quickest way”.

    The final pass of the day the 1445m Col des Mosses was probably a welcome sight for all as a wet and by now tiring group knew that at its end was Aigle and the autoroute home. Once on the autoroute Brian showed how keen he was to get home and he and I left the group as we headed back home, mindful of course of the many Swiss radars! Near Aubonne Tim turned off for home and Brian for yet another petrol stop. David parted company with Mark and I near the airport and we rode the final 5 kms home.

    Final stats were 635kms and 8 hours 02mins moving time.

    The day had been long, but we’d ridden several passes, got wet, but had fun. All in all not a bad day considering it wasn’t the route we were planning to ride. Just goes to show when the Alps are in your backyard there’s always somewhere to go!

    N.B   As it was so wet there was little chance to stop and take photos, so all bar two in this report are screen shots taken from film shot from my on bike camera

  • A tour- at last!

    First chance to get away this year as finally the weather showed as being clear and sunny for a couple of days

    Bike ready for an early off

    Chapel on island on the Lac de Serre Poncon near Savines le Lac

    Mark and Sev enjoying the bends


    After a swim to cool off in the Lac de St Croix, onto the hotel on the edge of the gorges in Verdon and a well deserved beer for me

    and a cup of tea for Sue

    Breakfast on the balcony and impressive early morning view of the gorge

    We changed plans and decided to return not via the Rousset, but via Italy and the Tende pass. Starting with a short run through the gorges to Castellane, before a great ride down the Route Napoleon to Grasse. After some GPS malfunctions we got back on track after taking the autoroute past Nice and up to Menton before joining the winding roads leading to Sospel for a lunch break with surprisingly good Thai food, and then onto Tende where we got held up at the tunnel for 15 minutes as traffic is only one way. Temperatures were soaring so we took the chance to get off the bike and rest for a short while.

    Turning off at the easily missed junction to the Col de Lombarde, we crossed the bridge and started the very tricky and small roads which mark the start of the climb.

    The pass itself is a real gem with some great scenery.

    Interesting to see an old guy and his wife on what looked like an old WW2 bike scaring the marmots away with its loud exhaust.

    After a drinks break at Isola 2000

    and admiring the ski runs

    we then headed on towards the Col de la Bonette and a great ride on almost empty roads to the top, once we had got past the herd of sheep being moved en masse on the lower slopes!

    At the summit

    From the Bonette to the Vars and onto my favourite hotel the Bon Logis in Risoul where the ever helpful and friendly hosts Sylvie and Bernard graciously served us our evening meal an hour after final service due to our late arrival! Many thanks to them both.

    Breakfast on the balcony the next morning with these amazing views which always impress!

    The day started with a very circumspect ride over the Izoard

    as the rear tyre on the GT was now toast and resembling a slick.

    Lack of grip and strange handling characteristics curbed my usual enthusiasm so it was a very gentle ascent and descent over to Briancon. Hot chocolate atop the Col du Lautaret

  • Cormet de Roselend

    Posted on by Paul

    The Col d’Aravis is usually a ride I try and do around April each year,  and I used to consider the riding season had “officially” started once I’d been  there. In recent years we’ve had better weather and I’ve ridden it earlier, but this year with so much rain I’ve only got round to riding it at the end of May!

    Although the ride was to take us over the Aravis, it wasn’t today’s destination, we were heading off to the Cormet de Roselend.  Taking advantage of the great weather I first rode over the Col de la Colombiere, over the Aravis, and then on through to the Cormet de Roselend. It wasn’t possible to ride over and into Bourg St Maurice as the pass was closed 2km beyond the restaurant we stopped at for lunch, not sure whether this was because of snow, but more likely due to road repairs.

    Here are the sights from the restaurant balcony.



  • A rare treat

    Normally I lead every ride I go on, it’s been that way for as long as I remember, but this Sunday was to prove an exception as Andy was the leader for our ride out for the day. With no idea of a destination, all I had to do was turn up and follow his GSA, enjoy the view, and admire his riding skills.

    Heading out and upwards in the direction of the Col de Marchairuz, we were immediately on an unfamiliar (to me) small and very tight winding back road climbing through woods. There were the odd remnants of snow banks at the side of the road but rounding a corner we and out of nowhere we found this (see pic below). It was if someone had just dumped a load of snow across the road!

    Andy crossed this on his GSA easily, but I was very wary with my GT being somewhat heavier and the fairing bottoms a bit too close to the packed snow for my liking. After a very tentative ride through we continued and with roads clear we were enjoying the ride until this!

    I checked the GPS and we were at 1285m. I suggested Andy go ahead and see how bad it was, but it was so deep there was no chance of getting through, so we had to turn round and retrace  our route back down through the picturesque and sunlit woods, and through the first snow drift again!

    Ascending the Marchairuz the temperature had dropped to 0 degrees C, and the dashboard was flashing it’s temperature warning at me. With melted snow across the bends we had to be careful that we weren’t riding on ice. I decided to turn back and take a few pictures as despite the cold it was very quiet and very picturesque with all the snow lying on the ground, and we noted that there were even some cross country skiers out and about.




    Onwards towards the Lac de Joux and a stop for a cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate cake (only because there weren’t any croissants left as Andy had the last one, honest!).   Great fast roads out towards Pontarlier and past the fort at La Cluse et Mijoux


    Next towards Fleurier and a McDonalds stop for lunch before heading back up the other side of the valley towards Ste Croix. Then on towards Orbe  before a scenic cross country ride back towards Nyon.

    It has been a LONG time since I had followed someone else for a full days ride, and I quite enjoyed it. No worrying about setting the pace, I could relax and let someone else find the dodgy road surfaces and speed cameras first, and no need to spend hours defining a route beforehand. 347kms was the end mileage, and a rare treat which maybe will be repeated again sometime?  So thanks again to Andy for a great day out.



  • Sunny weekend


    It’s been a strange start to the years riding. In the past couple of years by the end of March I’ve ridden between 2500-3500kms, this year I’ve managed a meagre 1500. Not helped by a bitterly cold start to the year with snow on the ground and freezing temperatures which never seemed to  lift, it’s been a slow start, but this weekend with temperatures up around 18 degrees C it was time to get out and ride again.

    Saturday was a play day on the R1, and joining me today was David and his Triumph 675.

    Great viewing point

    David (L)

    Boys and their toys

    Sunday had been planned as a ride to Mt Revard but ended up somewhat differently, but a nice ride out nevertheless.

    Here looking back towards Geneva from a viewing point overlooking Fort Ecluse

    Snow still on the mountain tops

    This bridge is only visible during the colder months when all the leaves are fallen, today it looked spectacular bathed in early morning sunshine

    Old church at Arcine

    Deviating from the planned route saw us ascending the tiny Col de Clergeon which we had entirely to ourselves for both the ascent and descent down the other side!

    This is always a favourite stop off point with the views back to Aix les Bains (below)

    Sue enjoying the view, no prizes for guessing her affiliation in MotoGP!

    Below the chateau at Lucey


    Great to have had sunshine again and just under 500kms this weekend, feels like the season is starting!