Saturday, 31 July 2010
Friday, 30 July 2010
Blog?
You expect me to blog???
After 11 hours on a bike?
You want me to tell you about the views over the mountains, the french customs, the bloke dropping his bike in Prades and the hour long roller coaster of the N260?
Maybe tomorrow, I'm shattered, goodnight!
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After 11 hours on a bike?
You want me to tell you about the views over the mountains, the french customs, the bloke dropping his bike in Prades and the hour long roller coaster of the N260?
Maybe tomorrow, I'm shattered, goodnight!
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Barcelona
Off we go then, just me and Jason today, Rod having decided to sit it out and play with his pictures and technology. We headed of with a surprisingly early start for us, through the murderous traffic filled streets of Andorra through customs and out into Spain. I followed Jason along a beautiful road with a huge lake on our left. On a quick bit of road we missed our turning towards Barcelona and carried on and found another road, through dry, barron, desert like scenery, with some nice bends with straights good enough for 240+kms. We used motorway for the final leg into Barcelona, and parked up by the harbour with a fine view of the Mediterranean. Next we went in search of La Sagrada Famillia, which unfortunately was covered in scaffold. We sat down for some lunch, unfortunately it was tourist priced, or may have been revenge for Jason breaking his glass.
We left for home through the nightmare traffic and off onto the motorway. The hills outside Barcelona were on fire, with smoke billowing across the motorway, a plane and a fleet of helicopters ferrying water from a nearby lake and dropping it on the flames. After miles of motorway we came past a beautiful green lake, I missed a spot to pull in which meant Jason missed a great photo opportunity. We carried on into a tunnel which must've been 5kms long, and icy cold. At the end I offered to pay the toll for both bikes to speed things up, I was a little surprised to be asked for €18 and thought I was being handed a fine for overtaking in the S0S lane, I wasn't, no wonder then there weren't may cars on the road, I dread to think what it would cost!
This road lead out onto the N260, which in this part although not as mad as the road to Sort the surface was new and there were some good sweeping bends.
Back at the hotel Jason informed me you shouldn't over take on solid white lines, I always thought they meant only bikes could overtake...
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We left for home through the nightmare traffic and off onto the motorway. The hills outside Barcelona were on fire, with smoke billowing across the motorway, a plane and a fleet of helicopters ferrying water from a nearby lake and dropping it on the flames. After miles of motorway we came past a beautiful green lake, I missed a spot to pull in which meant Jason missed a great photo opportunity. We carried on into a tunnel which must've been 5kms long, and icy cold. At the end I offered to pay the toll for both bikes to speed things up, I was a little surprised to be asked for €18 and thought I was being handed a fine for overtaking in the S0S lane, I wasn't, no wonder then there weren't may cars on the road, I dread to think what it would cost!
This road lead out onto the N260, which in this part although not as mad as the road to Sort the surface was new and there were some good sweeping bends.
Back at the hotel Jason informed me you shouldn't over take on solid white lines, I always thought they meant only bikes could overtake...
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Tuesday, 27 July 2010
N260
I went to bed with my right knee twice the size of my left knee last night, and on recollection the handle bars whacked my knee as the bike fell. I woke this morning unable to put any weight on my right leg, which made stairs hard work. After breakfast we made a start just before mid day, intending to ride a route we'd been recommended. After an hour of riding around the narrow traffic filled but very clean streets of Andorra trying to find the start of the route the sat nav was put away and we headed out of Andorra to Catalunya, and the N260. After a coke and some water at a cafe on the road (Coke is the same in any language, water can take some time to order!) we hit the N260 to Sort, from Adrall. As we turned off the road at adrall my sat nav (working again, don't know why, don't trust it any more) said 'continue 28 miles', luckily the Neuofen had kicked in by now and I could use my rear brake. I followed Rod to sort, using him to save me having to read the road. No chance for anyone to fall asleep here, 28 miles of twisties, some with sheer drops of the side of the mountain. We stopped in Sort for a coffee and a few minutes later Jason arrived. On the way back we stopped several times at the various view points along the road to take photos.
Back at the hotel we viewed footage of the camera mounted on the front of Jason's bike, which had some good footage, while mine, which I'd not had time to mount and had clipped to my pocket had 30 minutes of looking at my fuel tank and sat nav.
We ate in a bar a couple of doors along from the hotel, and all elected to have an early night. I think I'm going to need a couple of weeks on a beech somewhere to recover from this holiday!
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Back at the hotel we viewed footage of the camera mounted on the front of Jason's bike, which had some good footage, while mine, which I'd not had time to mount and had clipped to my pocket had 30 minutes of looking at my fuel tank and sat nav.
We ate in a bar a couple of doors along from the hotel, and all elected to have an early night. I think I'm going to need a couple of weeks on a beech somewhere to recover from this holiday!
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