Sunday, 10 February 2013

Zembatek Goes Riding

I Ride a Motorcycle. 

I came (sort of back) to it quite late and passed my CBT (or Compulsory Basic Training - which is the "are you safe enough to be let loose as a learner rider" test required in the UK before taking to the roads on anything from a 50cc moped to a 125cc proper bike) four and a bit years ago aged, well more than 40 - but less than 50!

My first bike was brand new, a Honda Varadero 125. I bought it because having ridden a pretty knackered CB100 on the CBT I didn't want to be struggling with the mechanicals of a bike whilst trying to learn to ride and stay out of harm's way. I chose the Varadero as essentially it doesn't look like a learner bike (except of course for the rather obvious 'L' plates) but more importantly it's big, especially for a 125, and I'm fairly tall and so it made sense.

After passing my main test I stuck with it as "Niunia" (kinda means "little pony" in Polish) is a lovely little bike. Great for meandering through the smaller roads of the rural county of Herefordshire where I live. However when I started commuting to Bristol, despite keeping up with traffic on B & most A roads, she just didn't hack it on the motorway. So I got myself a Honda Transalp. Both of these bikes fall into the "adventure-style" bike grouping with their sitting up, quite commanding road position. As I started chucking on the miles on the Transalp (circa 12-15,000 a year) it wasn't too long before I needed to consider a replacement and so I embarked on a quest to choose a new bike.

What Bike to Buy?

One of the wonderful things about bikes is that even if you've got 2 grand to spend, you can get anything from a moped, to a learner 125, to a sensible commuter to a out and out nutter bike. So, the first thing I needed to decide is what style of bike was I after? Given that my first two were both the adventure-style bikes and even the bikes I'd had first contact with as a teenager were off-road trail/trials bikes it meant that these were the only style of bike I knew. So I resolved to try a mix of bikes and styles before deciding what new bike to buy.

What Bikes Did I Test?



Where Did I Ride Them?

I wanted my test ride route to both be familiar and encompass as many different road conditions as I could sensibly squeeze into a test ride of a little over an hour. I also wanted to take each bike over the same route and chose the following near 25 mile route;


The three dealers, Bransons (Honda), Cotswold (BMW) and Frasers (Kawasaki/Suzuki) are all in the South East part of Gloucester and so marker A (hiding behind I in the picture) is the approximate starting point. (The Triumphs & Yamaha were tested around Swindon – out to Fairford airbase & back – and the KTM around Tewkesbury.)

Moving Off

Up the A430 towards the A40 gave me enough time to start to adjust to each bike's;
·         Riding position - How upright was I, was this comfortable, what position the foot pegs put my legs in and the associated hip spasm cramp from an unfamiliar position.
·         Throttle manner - How did I have to handle the throttle so I could control the damn thing!
·         Clutch position - Where was the clutch biting so I wasn't going to stall or pop a wheelie when pulling away.
·         Steering - How do I steer it! I'll come back to this so you understand what I mean.
·         Braking "profile" - How much brake pressure did I need to use to stop and not do a stoppie!

The last short stretch of the A430 before the A40 was the first chance to start to get more comfortable with the bike as you either just pulled round a nice left hand T junction at a conservative 40mph opening onto that short 50mph stretch or you got caught at the lights which gave the chance to maybe filter through to the front but anyway pull away and take the left hander. A nice opportunity to use the torque.

Up the A40

The first bit of the A40 is single carriageway with a reasonable semi-hatched centre section. Lots of opportunity for fast filtering when I'm commuting this section but for most of the rides there just wasn't the congestion that I experience travelling through there at 8am on the way to work. It's a 50mph zone, but a "quick 50".
Straight over the roundabout (point B) it opens up into a dual carriageway that relents to the national speed limit after a few 10's of metres of the remaining 50mph zone. There's then a few miles of fast national speed limit dual carriageway as the A40 "turns into" the A417 with a couple of nice roundabouts and fast exits before getting to an almost motorway feeling straight section - that runs under the M5. Very good visibility - especially of vehicles that might be sat on bridges or on the slip roads  - and fairly sparse traffic allowed the umm, err, aerodynamics of the fairing/windshield to be "explored" before pulling left and onto the slip up to the large roundabout and right over the A417 and onto the A46 (Point F).

Off Towards Birdlip

This is a proper 40 zone which allowed, particularly for some of the bikes, a welcome breather and a chance to drain off some adrenalin! There were a few filtering opportunities and a petrol filling station on the roundabout (point C) - which I took every bike to for a drink.

Up the C road through Witcombe and I'm now on the back road up to Birdlip - on a heavy traffic commute day this is a great way to avoid the 2 into 1 tailback going up the A417 to Birdlip and on a test ride a nice little bit of uphill twisty and beautiful with the trees in full Autumn mode. There's a challenging point just on the junction with the B4070 where you've come up the steep bank, into a 30mph zone (from "40") and then into a no forward visibility tight left hander pretty much straight into where the B4070 to/from Stroud comes in at you from the right. Here you're fairly reliably either dealing with someone pulling out onto you, or someone stopped pulling right onto the B4070 AND you're also met with some good potholes to manoeuvre past, so a challenging little junction for an unfamiliar bike.

Having pretty much reached the top of the hill you're now going through little old Birdlip, a very tight left hand bend out continuing through and past the 30 zone until a sweeping right hander takes you to the entrance on the left to the Birdlip beauty spot viewing point (Point D).

Larking About in the Layby

On entering the quiet slip towards the parking I took the opportunity to pull over, and try an O-turn, i.e. a slow 360. Some bikes managed this, others didn't. Once I was facing back towards the parking I waited until completely clear behind and performed a number of emergency stops, typically from about 25-35 in second gear. Following 3 or 4 of these it was down over the cattle grid and down to the parking area for some more slow circles and figure 8s before turning back. Up over the cattle grid and then making use of the damp leaves on the edge of the slip road to try out the ABS. So it's 5-10 mph in first, legs out and I'm deliberately trying to skid £8,000+ worth of new and heavy motorcycle. Heh heh. I'd never felt ABS on a bike before and it was interesting to experience it and notice how the systems behaved differently. It was now time to just stop and take stock of my ride so far, so stopping each bike in about the same place I took pictures and had a breather and chocolate bar. It was also an opportunity to have a good look around the bike at different things.

Heading Back, Concentrate

Composure regained - those ABS "tests" are damn nerve-racking! - its back onto the bike and time to head back to the respective garages, via a bit more variety. Pulling back out onto the B4070 and back into Birdlip, the right hander in the village is VERY tight, a very slow first gear corner with lots going on about. The corner is also a junction with traffic from your left having to give way to you, then comes a hotel on your right with vehicles in and out, followed by the B4070 peeling off on that junction to the left and then down & round that tight-ish right hander. A great way to be sure how you cope with mirrors, front & rear braking throttle and clutch control all thrown in with the massive observation you're doing on an unfamiliar bike. With that behind you it's down through the glorious wooded run with a little bit of twisty going on. Nice.

Bikes in the Brown Stuff

About halfway down this back road (point E) there's a little one track lane on the left, turning into here it's also a little holey and then there's a gate into a field on the right. A great place to check out how easy it is to turn a bike around in slightly muddy, rutty grass. So with a new bike sliding about a little I stop & turn & yank it back & fore and get it back onto the road with muddy tyres and back onto the back road. Stopping at this little junction - it's downhill and with a mass of soggy leaves - is another great opportunity to check out the ABS and how easy it is to keep a slippy bike upright!

Test Ride Through Town?

Continuing on I get to the roundabout (point F) and head right back to the A417. This roundabout gives a very tight right hander which I manage on some bikes better than others! Pulling back onto the A417 in now the other direction for one hop lets me have one more blast before hitting proper town traffic. One last opportunity on each bike to simply let it pull and pull, as far as I dare let/allow it. Sweeping off the A417 left towards the Gloucester Business Park I go twice around the island where Tesco lives and head off into 30 mph zone territory in search of the mundane side of riding a motorcycle. Town traffic.

Homeward Bound

Hucclecote Road leading onto Barnwood Road is Roman straight all 30 mph with pedestrian crossing humps and cars and buses. Some filtering opportunities here until at point H I get onto the "homeward stretch" - at least for the bikes it is - of the A38. This is now 40mph but delivers some traffic light starting grids to play with. It's long and tedious but perfect "real-life" as far as how my bike will often be used.

How I Compared the Bikes 

This is my summary table. It’s not an expert’s thorough road test opinion, simply how I felt about what I’d ridden.
Bike
Brakes
Throttle
Like
Dislike
Summary
BMW F800ST
Tight
Quite surgey, very controllable
Not much
Felt cramped.
This was my next bike "on paper". Was left very underwhelmed and very disappointed.
Kawasaki Z1000SX
Very Sharp
Immensely powerful response, just controllable and extremely quick. Probably only got 60% to redline
Brakes, Acceleration
Likely fuel consumption, threat to my licence & being

Suzuki
VStrom 650
Tight
A step-up from my Transalp, quite responsive, very controllable
Fuel consumption, responsiveness for engine,
Seating position,
Gear indicator
Whilst with more power/acceleration than my Transalp, still quite a lot down on what I'd feel far more comfortable with
Felt very at home on this bike as soon as I got on it. Nice bike, really liked it.
Suzuki 
GSR 750
Very Sharp
Very strong powerful response, controllable and very quick.
Brakes, acceleration, noise
Likely fuel consumption,
Biggest dislike was nakedness, not a good all weather workhorse.
This bike was a big surprise. Looking at it initially I thought, "Nah, sports bike", within a few miles I absolutely loved it, it was suprisingly comfortable, felt really good. Just not practical, but still lovely.
Suzuki Bandit 1250
OK
Strong, determined powerful response, controllable, very very useable and very quick.
Solid feel/presence (even at +++ speed), wind protection
Likely fuel consumption
A very sensible decision, nice quick, handleable bike and would definitely be in the frame...if it wasn't for the last 1/2 mile of "green lane" to our house. Just not comfortable with taking a road bike up through stoney, grassy, muddy track.
BMW K1300S
Very Sharp
Insanely powerful response, only just controllable and unbelievably quick. Probably only got 50% to redline
The experience of having ridden it
Unusable (for me) gearing and power, hand position (very far forward/downwards riding and aching under braking)
If I owned it it would be a waste. Like keeping a greyhound on a leash. Also not a good bike for green laneing.
BMW 1200RT
OK
Strong and tourqey
Electric windscreen, heated seats, potential for stereo installation (I.e. toys), brilliant weather protection (but I have another BMW for that, it's called a 5-series)
Restricted leg positioning due to boxer engine whilst manouvering, too large chasis
My least favourite, and whilst obviously good enough for Her Majesty's Constabulary, just didn't do it for me.
Honda 800 CrossRunner
Sharp
Powerful, quite quick, past 6000rpm and the additional 2 valves of the 4-valve VFR technology kicked in and the bike started quacking! Absolute hoot. Very nicely controllable and useable.
Quacking performance, seating position
Stupid thin line tacho (albeit as used on other bikes, still crap),
Fuel consumption,
I absolutely loved this bike. Brilliant. Never experienced Vtech engine before and never mind the grin factor,  that had me cackling like Sid James inside my helmet!
Just put off by fuel consumption and tacho.
Honda CB1000R
OK
Strong, determined powerful response, controllable, very very useable and very quick.
Very solid & stable.
Nothing dramatic about it. 
 Probably very dependable, reliable, decent bike. Just not for me.
Honda 700 Transalp
Weak
Pretty sluggish and not much better than my older 650 Transalp. Exhaust doesn't sound anything as nice as my Arrow after market.
Very familiar.
Very familiar.
Nah. My second least favourite!
BMW 1200GS
Sharp
Very tourqey, very useable, very controllable, just really nice.
Very solid, just sits there. Oh, this felt so right.
Shaft drive.
Non-standard indicator controls, tamperable clutch & brake resevoirs.
I think I found my bike.
Triumph Tiger 800XC
OK
Quite surgey, very controllable, not huge.
Light enough to chuck about a bit. Feels like a good off-road choice.
Not much really, probably the smaller engine performance.
 I’d already ridden a GS by the time I rode this!
BMW 1200 GSA
Sharp
Very tourqey, very useable, very controllable, still really nice
High seating position, sheer size & presence.
Shaft drive. Availability of after market farkles!
Non-standard indicator controls, tamperable clutch & brake resevoirs. A HEAVY bike!
Loved this bike. Loved it.
Triumph Tiger 1200 Explorer
Very Sharp
Despite some claims about the electronic throttle being very light, I found the “feedback” to be fine. Response was quick and offers different profiles that I found did make a difference, but it mostly stayed on Sport! Nicely powerfull.
This was a very nice bike to ride and it’s British! I loved the right angle tyre valves – why doesn’t every bike do this????
Shaft drive, cruise control!
Big generator to drive all my little add-ons.
I’m not a great fan of the angular styling.
This “might” be a future bike, but for now it’s a new bike, there may well be things to iron out and certainly nowhere near as many extra gadgets for it.
KTM 990 Adventure
Very Sharp
Nicely torquey and very controllable.
Commanding riding position. Loved the brakes.
Chain drive. I commute and need as little day-to-day maintenance as possible.
Really nice bike this, but it just wasn’t “enough”.
Yamaha 1200 Super Tenere
Sharp
Very torquey, very controllable.
Shaft drive.
The view from the seat into the front felt like a tea tray sat in front of me, it was a bit weird.
Of the big adventures (including the KTM here) this would be last on my list.

So, What Did I Buy?

Two bikes. A Suzuki 650 V-Strom, I adore this bike! And a BMW 1200 GS Adventure – there’s a very good reason it’s the bestselling bike by a country mile!
Now the gadgettering can start!

Friday, 31 December 2010

Slippy New Year Everybody!

Welcome to the Shimalayas

It's New Year's eve so I'm allowing myself a few precious minutes to pop up a few photos before I get down to yet more studying. However, since I have tomorrow off - I've got class again on Sunday to make up for it - I'm also going to allow myself to go to "The Ridge" in Shimla about 11pm just to see what's happening. There are a lot of tourists in town for the New Year, many of them delighting in something they've never seen before - snow!

Anyway, I'm starting the evening off with some Polish beer, which gives me a nice little connection with home! :)


It snowed overnight, it is usually quite thick with snow here by now but I think it might have decided to go for a holiday in Western Europe this year instead. So myself and Mike (a Floridian who's in the room next to mine) and our trainers decided to take a trip up to Jakhu Temple - a temple to Hanuman the monkey god (btw the story of Rama & Hanuman is a cracking one) - during lunchtime.







Sunday, 26 December 2010

Shall I Go to Shali Peak? Glad I did!

These are a few photos from a trip we made during a 16km hike up to Shali peak and back - a trip that was bracketed with two terrifying bus journeys! I would dearly love to write some stuff about this but I'm sorry to bleat but seriously I just do not have the time.

In summary though, the Koenig trainers organised a day out, for themselves as much as anything. Originally I wasn't going to join them as I needed to study but I moved my exam from the Monday to Tuesday and gave myself this Sunday to join them.

As well as the trainers and ancilliary staff, there were three students; myself, Mike and Ranjeet as well as one of the Koenig guy's daughters.

All off together in a bus with a in-built PA system blaring out very, I said VERY LOUD, Hindi music. Anyway, over the day I took loads & loads of photos and quite a bit of video, but without any further words, here's a few of the photos as a taste for what the Himalayan foothills are like.



You see the highest pointy bit. We're supposed to be walking up to there. Not from here obviously, but nonetheless!

BTW, this was one of the most fantastic days I have ever lived through, although at times especially on the bus journey home, at night - when the driver could drive even faster 'cos he could see headlights to know if something was coming! - I wondered if it was a day I would live through.





After crossing roads you would seriously consider whether or not to take a Range Rover down we arrive at the tiny village at the base of Shali Peak. We can now see just where we have to go - it's still the highest bit of bump!























Saturday, 4 December 2010

Tiger Trails

My first safari drive. Wahey. I’d expected it might be a bit chilly so I’d brought my thermal top. However, as we were driving along at something before 7am in an open top jeep I really started regretting not also having brought my gloves. My hands kept flitting between my armpits and my bags as I tried to stay warm and stop my gear from jumping out of the jeep as we bumped down the road on the way to the gate for the Bijrani zone of the park. We picked up a naturalist guide, it being too cold for naturist guides, and the three of us headed into the park.

Once past the approx. 1km buffer zone around the edge of the park – where authorised locals are allowed to enter and collect firewood and fodder (although a woman was apparently attacked and killed in this buffer zone two weeks previous according to some of the other park guests I later met over dinner whilst staying in the Forest Rest House) – we started coming across what for me were some of the most defining scenery in the entire park, as I saw. Monsoon river beds. No water in them as the water source is the monsoon rains rather than any ongoing water source, but the park is streaked with this scars. All of them utterly boulder strewn and simply awe-inspiring as you can only imagine the power of the water rushing down them when they’re at full tilt. (And many of them are indeed on a significant tilt as I would come across the next day on my way into the heart of the park to stay at the Dhikala Forest Rest House).


After a little more driving through a simply beautiful landscape of trees, river beds and termite mounds we came across a small compound and a Forest Rest House with a toilet stop and little snack shack. From there we were then onto the trails. Now I came here fully expecting that I wouldn’t see any tigers and not even hoping to see any as I was expecting that there would be more than enough to keep me happy. In that thought I was completely right and by the end of my stay I’d racked up around a thousand photos – obviously not all of them any good, though I did delete the completely hopeless as I went – and nearly five hours of video tape, again with a lot of throw away but I have something to work with. However, during my first and each subsequent drive out the primary focus for the driver, guide and most other park visitors (though there were many birders when I got to Dhikala) was “tiger tiger” and you simply can’t help getting caught up in it.





We hit the trails and this was fairly serious hard-core off-roading. Not the sort of thing the average Chelsea tractor could do. You need fully independent low-ratio four-wheel drive with no consequent thought to your paintwork or state of your underbody to do this! It was exhilarating, standing up on the rear seats, hanging onto the combined anti-roll/grip on for dear life bars as we drove through dust tracks which soon put paid to any thoughts of swapping lenses. Here’s a hint, if you ever go on safari, take as many camera bodies as lenses that you intend to use and DO NOT swap lenses!


We drove round and round a myriad of tracks up and down, cross streams, into forest, into grasslands all over. Stopping at key points and just waiting, silently. Then another jeep might show up and we’ll both wait. An alarm call from a Muntjac (or Barking Deer), Sambar (an almost elk-sized deer) or Langur would direct the driver(s) to a spot and we’d wait. I can confess that I did see a tiger. About 1/10 of a tiger, for less than half a second, twice. Both in the same area and within an hour of each other. The first time it had been standing in grass and by the time I’d spotted where my guide was pointing me to I saw it move off. The second time, I just saw its head as it jumped through some grass about 20m away. Both times there were between six and nine jeeps and an elephant watching out for it. We could see everywhere it would go, there were no thickets, simply grass and both times it just … went. An absolute master and a very good lesson in exactly why no-one, not even the guides, step a foot outside the jeeps!










Throughout the day on that first drive day I spotted and passed my cabin mates from the train, who were both very disappointed at not having seen a tiger. Just about every other jeep I saw had anywhere from 4 people (2 + driver + guide) to 10 people. At least I didn’t have anyone else to compete with over camera positions.





We stopped for lunch on a dry river bed crossing and by this time it was into the mid 30s C. I’d stripped my thermal vest at the first toilet stop. Seeing the roadway across the monsoon beds I began to appreciate the massive amount of work, mostly physical labour, that must go into preparing the park for each season. The roads were cleared of the massive boulders that post monsoon would be just as evenly distributed over the roadway as everywhere else. Nature tends to have little regard for our puny human endeavours. Following dinner more rodeo driving. I felt like Sully riding an Ikran – or a Cossack striding two horses if you’re not that familiar with Avatar – as we hurtled around. Real boy’s own stuff! Tell you what though the drivers and guides must have butt cheeks like bed springs to tolerate this day in day out!

At the end of a thrilling day when I walked into the hotel to collect my room key I was asked how the day went and would I like a coffee. “Yes please, I’ll just go and freshen up first though”. When I came out of my room, walking across the lawn I saw that there was tea and coffee being served on the lawn and being none the wiser duly obtained my cup and helped myself to some of the savoury nibbles and biscuits that were also on offer and sat down with other guests who’d arrived whilst I was out playing at the big white hunter. I got chatting to a couple of Indian fellows and it turned out they were a party of businessmen and families having a little Rotary style get-together and they invited me to join them for dancing and dinner later.

I went inside to ask for a beer (Kingfisher) and the Maitre’D who’d accompanied me on my walk the day earlier, proceeded to pour it and set it at a table where I could overlook the proceedings outside. “It’s OK, I’ll drink it outside” “But that’s a private party Sir, please you can sit here” “It’s OK, I’ll take it outside, I’ve already been invited” – to which he looked a little non-plussed as I strolled back out to join my new friends.





Long tale short. A fun but short night as I learned how to “Dad dance” in Hindi.