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24th Dierad Treffen

by

Bill Davies

After 2015 I was looking forward to an adventure across the water again and was very pleased when Rene Hekkama rose to the challenge, North Holland it was to be. I managed to interest my wife and duly arrange a double room at the hotel and then booked the ferry from Newcastle. All was going to plan…or was it.

Now June started to get cold feet and worried about the ferry crossing, how to get from our home in Ayrshire to the ferry etc. In the end all got off to a good start, June got the early bus to Glasgow, Edinburgh then train to Newcastle, then two metros to the pickup at the ferry. Me I set off in damp conditions, the forecast was for heavy rain around Carlisle, and they got it right, by the time I cleared Ayr the rain was on, you know the feeling as the damp gets lower and lower down your chest and back till it starts to get near the trouser belt. Then you start to think of stopping for a tinkle, well I found a friendly farmers gate and had a tinkle then on round to a filling station to fill up, then the sun comes out, me like a drowned rat gets the gear off and spread it over the car to await the misses, who arrives in brilliant sunshine!!!

We motor down to the ferry and join the queue and meet up with Sam and his good lass and at the last minute the lads from the East, Colin, Bert and Iain arrive. The boat sails and a few beers and dinner we turn in for a good nights rest.

The boat docks on time and we are deposited on the dockside to regroup and set off. The lads are of on a mission to do a bit of touring, Sam and I set off to meet Tom in a Maritime museum, well we have a photo, Tom had parked in a carpark at the station so he walked over to meet us and we had coffee etc. The journey to the event was uneventful or was it, on approaching the hotel (about 5 mile out) I sensed that the gear changes were not just right. How ever after checking in a few beers etc I went to bed a happy man.

Next morning we set of in our respective groups on a fine tour of the region and dodged through villages etc till we arrived at the Indian Shop(a workshop dedicated to Indian motorcycles) for a coffee rest, just at that point the changes were becoming noisey. Lets have a coffee and all will be well.

Oh no it wasn't ... after some 50 yards or should that be meters I stopped with no gear changes possible…get out of car and mutter a few Gaelic oaths while the wife looks at me asking “well what do you plan to do now” Get down on the road and find a 60mm M10 bolt lying under the engine, ah me thinks that looks to shiney to have been there for a couple of days…slide under car and find that the two bottom bolts holding the engine/gearbox together have gone walkabout.

Fortunately where we have broken down there is an engineering shop doing a bit of overtime so our escort breakdown takes the said bolt and seeks a like minded duplicate. His search is successful, but continental M10 have 16mm heads against 17mm in the UK ... isn't metrication wonderful.


Rene Hekkama took a load of photos and I have included a small selection of his pictures - the editor.

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