Day 2, seafront meet-up
So, revved from the excitement of Day 1, the weekend arrived and
it's up and out as soon as possible. Slight delays due to attempts at
navigating the LCD options again (note to self : leave the blue button
alone) then it's back out on the open road again. A nervous start
around the station area and a few dead ends where of course walking is
fine but it's no through road for motor vehicles, but once the one-way
system is behind me I'm back on the Brighton-Worthing seafront route
again. Mush easier this time now I know the way and no surprises
through Lancing and out the other side. Even the big Worthing
roundabouts are negotiated with ease and before I know it I'm trundling
back to the Yamaha dealer to meet up with the other half of the 125
Biker Gang. MrB is waiting for me and the sight of me wobbling into
view is obviously quite comical cos he's chucklin' away to himself.
A tour round the bike accessories shops and then on to some more
road practice. We're following much of my CBT route so some of the
roads are familiar, especially the sweeping bend near the station, the
site of my first proper lean it over and power round exercise. On to
the seafront and we're back to my old cycling territory, just 3 times
quicker now ! Some interesting T-junction and minor bends to negotiate
and now we're riding in to the sun too. Visor down and try and
concentrate on where I want to go, as the advice says, the bike goes
where you're looking. Coffee stop at the seafront cafe, sitting there
in our armoured jackets with crash helmets on the spare seats, no-one
can tell that we've pulled up on a couple of 125 ponies although the
unprotected jeans give us away somewhat.
Another trip down the seafront and I'm heading home with the sun
setting behind me but there's an orange light on the dash too. Ah, I
was wondering how much petrol I'd been gifted by the dealer, not much
as it turns out. A quick stop at the next filling station as it doesn't
take long to fill the tank. It doesn't take much cash either, £6.72 to
fill it up, that's just madness.
Up and over Hove this time, avoiding the Landsdowne narrows and back
up to the parking spot. I'm a bit sad to leave it but then again my
legs are freezing, my head and hands sweating and a long hot shower is
the most attractive idea imaginable. Can't wait for Day 3 though.
Day 3, practice makes...
Still no proper bike trousers bought so today's trip is going to be
a bit shorter I thought. Yeah, right, that's before I'm out on the road
and just don't want to go home, this is far too much fun. First stop,
the practice ground. I've had my researchers out looking for the ideal
combination of quiet seclusion, easy access and level ground and they
turned up the perfect pitch. The far end of a trading / light
industrial estate with a disused unit owning 20 or so parking spaces,
perfectly distanced to allow for optimum U-turn and slow speed
manoeuvres. And don't I need it. The slow turns and sharp stops on my
CBT were abominable "What the fuck was that" was my instructor's actual
phrasing. So, start from the beginning again. Safety position, standing
start, back brake pressure, plenty of revs, slip the clutch. Good,
smoothly away with the engine fighting the brakes and keeping me
upright. Now it's time to commit to the U-turn. I'm really trying to
move my head in the direction I want to go but the bike's leaning too
much and I'm going too slowly. My panic right foot comes off the brake
and my left hand pulls in the clutch resulting in the bike running
forward and lots of unhelpful revving. Right, try again. And so it goes
on until I finally find the right balance of revs, clutch, brake and
speed to make the turn successfully. What a great feeling having the
bike go exactly where I want it in a calm and smooth manner. Let's do
it again. Yes, much better. I do at least another 4 or 5 tries before
stopping for a clutch hand rest. The builders of this little patch of
Hove retail park have conveniently placed 2 drain covers just the right
distance apart for some figure of 8 practice, surely the hardest part
of CBT. With the new confidence though it's not so bad. Going from
right turns straight into lefts is tricky at first and I have lots of
foot down moments but a bit of concentration and back to that perfect
crawling throttle/brake/clutch balance and after a few failures I've
almost got it. A few more tries and I'm nailing it every time.
Brilliant, I celebrate with eight 8's and a couple of U-turns, totally
relieved that I've overcome this first hurdle. Right, school's over,
fun time now. No real plan just drift through the back streets of hove,
back to the relative civilisation of Brighton and find myself at the
end of my own street. Hmm, go home ? I don't think so. Onward it is.
Down into the valley and up the other side, climbing Elm Grove at a
perfectly respectable pace now, not even getting bothered by the
traffic. Well to be fair, the only other traffic is buses and they
keep having to stop. Right up and over the top but now we're in open
country on a high ridge with nothing between me and the February sea.
The wind is a monster, each gust crashes into my right side trying to
take me off the straight and narrow. I persist and keep more or less to
where I want to be on the road but it's a fight every turn of the
wheel.. Relief when I get over the hill and down into the shelter of
the Woodingdean shops. Rolling freely down the road now and recalling
the discussion about the mystery road between here and Ovingdean. Look
out for the right turn and there it is, can't believe I've never
noticed it before. Take the turn and I'm into the hidden valley, round
the twisty bits, oh so carefully, past the 11th century church and back
out towards the unforgiving sea. Now I'm on the 3 lanes of full on
speeding traffic with even more massive air pressure on my left, This
time it's not remotely funny, that wind is having a good try at pushing
me into the next lane which is owned by overtaking tin-box people. Time
to get off this ride, I take the next exit and I'm back on to the
relative safety of the Rodean road. Up and down to the edge of the
Bristol and back up through Whitehawk to take me up to the top of Elm
Grove again. A Sunday enthusiast on his beautifully restored old
Triumph passes me nervously. He's spent years perfecting his pride and
joy and he doesn't want to scratch it now. He's all Aron sweater and
big old biker boots, the outfit carefully matching the era of the bike. Nice.
I'm focused on the home straight now, carefully does it down the hill, try not to stall at all the lights between here an home, gentle manoeuvring into the North Laine and a bit of parking practice to finish off a pretty satisfactory day. Next time, over the hills and far away...
April 2010. Couldn't resist taking the cute movistar Honda CBR600rr home with me so better put it to good use. Got myself lined up with a lift from Johnny and Janey in their proper big transit van and off to Brands Hatch we went. Shakey start of course but by lunch I'd managed to get Keith jumping up and down on the pit wall with excietment as he saw me go through Graham Hill bend without sitting up 'like a policeman'. Lap times tumbled as the afternoon wore on and got just under 1:10 by the end. Good for me but the superbike boys fail to qualify over 47 secs.
Another 3 trips to Brands during the year, and by the end I'm still in the Novice group but overtaking healthily and still improving every time.
Still cats and dogs but once breakfasted it's out on the well worn Brighton to Guildford route. After 20 minutes of careful filtering past the dog end of Brighton rush hour we're out on the open road. This is take your chance territory. Overtaking possibilities present themselves fleetingly and have to be pounced on or left well alone. LaDy performs faultlessly of course, raising her voice to an operatic crescendo when the peak torque rev line is crossed. The singing slingshot overtake is just fantastic and presents the rider with a clear road ahead and defeated traffic mere dots in the mirror. I'm still a long way off being able to do that round bends though, for the moment, the cars are faster there which is tragic but true.
Looking forward to going on a mini ride but the signs in the sky were not encouraging as I neared Brighton on the after work express. Still, us bikers aren't known for our sanity so I still popped up to the rendezvous. No takers of course, you'd have to be raving to go out in this, and not in a good way. Enjoyed my little trip anyway, just the sound of the 800cc twin ticking over makes me smile even if it is a touch agricultural.
Hardcore filtering in dense traffic was the lesson for today. I'm improving, didn;t stall once and no nearly-dropped-it moments. I make that a good day. Result !
Too excited to stay in bed, up by 8am, far too early. A traditional breakfast in an awakening Sydney St. then off to Mister B's to get in the van and navigate (mostly badly) to P&H at Gatwick. The breadth of selection is dizzying, really. We wander round like children in a sweet shop the size of which they never knew existed. To business, and over to the Yamaha section. Somehow the Fazer S2 looks huge parked so close to its even bigger brothers. The MT-01 is just silly size. Over to the KTMs and the fantasy RC8s look like storm troopers deressed in their stealth white armour. A short break for clothing purchases (summer gloves, a little optimistic perhaps but they fit so I'm happy). A quick sit on the Kawasaki Versys but it's a bit of a big girl's shopping bike. Almost missed the Honda showroom as it's separated up the road. Turned back and very glad we did. The new model Transalp is waiting for me outside. Quickly arrange a test drive and off we go. It's my first time on a Faired bike so it's disconcerting that the instruments stay still while the front wheel turns. Get over that and pootle round the industrial estate for a while then find a way out onto the country roads. That's more like it. No idea what gears to use when so try 'em all. 30-70 in 4th is excellent and even with just 60bhp you still have to hang on quite tight. Up and down a few more circuits before returning to the dealer, grinning. I'd buy one straight away but I'm going to make myself try the Fazer, the Kawasaki Z750 and of course the BMW F800ST.
After another sleepless week, the fateful Friday finally arrives. A nervous start at the training centre but a quick refresher with poo-scale Pete gets both me and the bike warmed up nicely. Shakey wait in the test centre watching the clock tick round to 10:24 when Mr Examiner walks calmly in and takes me to his little room. Fits me with the radio kit and we're off back down the stairs, out the back, into the car park for a nice east eye test. Can't believe I've actually been sweating about the eye test, how many of those have I had ?? Equally easy tyre and brake questions done and it's time to show him what I can do. Head out of the entrance, forget to signal, remember to signal, stall the engine !, right, get on with it. Round the houses, stop, start, U-turn, emergency stop, all OK. Pull out a bit too quick on one junction and run a bit wide, just once though, did I get away with it, really don't know - oh well, let's just get this over with. Out on the open road and I'm much happier. Clock all the speed limits, nicely up to each one no problem. Now we're on my favourite road in the aream the Long Furlong, this isn't testing, this is just having fun. Up to 60, no problem, on to the A27 slip road and push it straight to 70 - Arrrrgh !! White van doing 50 in front of me ! do I overtake?, well yes, have to 'make progress'. Of course, as soon as I start to pass, Mr Whitevan decides to accelerate. He's doing 65, I'm doing 67, 68, still 68 and I'm oh so slowly easing past. The examiner is stuck behind anyway so not sure if he could tell what speed I was doing but I know I'm still legal, just. After that mini drama it's back to the test centre. Park up, follow the man in for the slow climb up the stairs. Sneak a peak at the clipboard, no forest of black marks, think I've done OK. Back into the tiny room for the magc words "You'll be pleased to know you've passed ...."
So, the DAS it is then. Preparations
began for the assault on the full test leading to purchasing a proper big
bike and an end to leaning over the bars to squeeze up to 55 mph in a headwind
or up a slight gradient. First step, the theory test. A whole
week of preparation for a 40 minute mixture of scarily easy multiple choice
questions and a few pretty obvious hazard perception videos. Navigating
to the test centre in Worthing was actually more taxing than the test itself.
Then again, it's better then the old method of the examiner flashing
a few road signs before patting you on the back and sending you off clueless
but roadworthy. Now I know when I can't use my horn in a built up
area which will come in useful if I ever remember where the button is without
looking down for it first. So, pass certificate in hand, I'm able
to book some big bike training and the practical test. Now I'm proper
nervous like nothing I've experienced since 1987. Finally the first
day of training arrives and we're out on the road on our little bikes first
just to concentrate on the highly complex set of observations required
at every turn of the wheel. Mirror, Mirror, Blindspot, signal, close
the door, blindspot, go round the corner, mirror, cancel signal, accelerate,
something like that anyway. Even worse when it comes to speed limits,
observations and a touch of the brake lever for slowing down, checks before
speeding up, watch for the signs, don't go over the limit but don't go
too slow ! Not easy. If I fail for anything it will be for
speeding, an instant dismissal. Oh and the small matter of avoiding
pedestrians, not good to wipe any of them out on the test. On to
the afternoon's fun and it's up on to the 600cc machines. Going from
10bhp to over 70 is a big step up and it feels awkward and heavy to
start with. After a few laps of the pad though it's not too bad.
The increased power and weight makes the big bikes handle better
and the brakes and clutch are upgraded to match. Engine braking is
massive of course but there's no need to drop too much of that in. Slow
speed turns are a little more tricky with less steering lock and the weight
transfers suddenly at the tipping point but hopefully I'll get a few successful
U-turns in before the test ! total good turns made so far = 1, complete
failures = lots.
So, the low speed training continues and there's definite improvement to be seen. Well, until the pressure's on of course. On the practice ground it's thumbs to the tank and super slow and tight turns executed pretty perfectly. A sudden requirement to turn round on a busy street after missing the turning and it's a different story, especially on a gradient or steep camber. Still, I'm heading in the right direction, unless I'm U-turning, er, you know what I mean. Out on the open road and as confidence increases, so do distances and speed, even the Sussex border has been crossed now, at one point finding myself fairly lost in South Surrey. Taking unknown corners at high speed is still off the menu but mostly I'm keeping a fairly respectable line and a healthy lean too.
After a long day of CBT yesterday finishing with a 2 hour ride around the suburban sprawl of Worthing, I'm legal. Fully certified to go and pick up my new(ish) Yamaha XT125X. A visit to the accessories shop to get kitted out in some protective clothing, a run through the operating instructions and suddenly I'm sitting on the bike, keys in the ignition and ready to go. Well, ready once I've set the clock on the LCD and fiddled around with it for 20 minutes to achieve just the desired configuration of rpm, mph, time of day, average lap time ?? etc. Eventually there's no choice, the moment has arrived and it can't be put off any longer, I've got to head out on my own to play in the traffic. More importantly of course, I need to pull away cleanly without making a wobbly mess of it in front of the Yamaha dealer showroom. Kick down into first, a few more revs and a tentative release of the clutch and we're off at a blistering 5mph. Around the corner to my first challenge. I'm faced with a right turn on to a busy dual carriageway. No chance, I turn it round and go the long way to find some traffic lights to help me out. So far so good. Next, the big roundabout. Now I'm starting to sweat a bit and my visor is fogging due to the heavy breathing. Wait for the gap, give it lots cos I don't want to stall in front of a queue of traffic, but of course I let the clutch out far to fast and the poor little beastie lurches forward, the front wheel trying to head skywards. Off the power and we're safely away. Things can only get better. A few more junctions, a pelican crossing or two, head out of Worthing and I'm on the seafront road. It's windy. I know this because I'm being regularly shoved in the right shoulder by a mass of air pressure that won't be argued with. Up to 30 mph and at least I'm keeping up with the traffic, maintaining road position and generally doing all right. A few problems getting into 1st gear at the lights and a slight altercation with an Alfa driver but eventually I'm back into familiar territory, the Brighton and Hove borders. Up Holland Road, carefully, round into Landsdowne and on to the scariest bit of all. Montpelier Place is narrowed on both sides by parked cars and populated entirely by taxis who drive on the wrong side of the road. Brilliant. All negotiated safely though and finally I'm pulling in to my local parking bay where I sit for a minute to get my heart rate back to somewhere near normal. I've made it.