When I purchased a Chinese scooter three years ago to get around the small town of Kas, where I have an apartment, all the memories of my teenage biking days came flooding back. Back in my ‘greaser’ years, I was described by some as a bit of an ace rider. Friday night would see me taking my weekly trip down to Groombridges, Cross in Hand to blow my lowly wage packet on whatever I could afford. I would then spend most of the weekend carrying out repairs and, with a bit of luck, would take a ride down to the coast or at the very least, up to the youth club to do some impressive wheelies. Of course, the reality was no money for petrol or protective gear and a bike that was constantly in the shed for maintenance. This time though, I was almost always guaranteed a warm and dry day whenever I felt like a ride. I was soon well and truly re-bitten by the motorbike bug!
Despite the fine weather, the combination of a 125cc engine with two onboard (combined weight 24 stone) meant a hilly drive could only be accomplished at a snails pace. It was therefore understandable, to see a look of absolute horror on Alison’s face when I first suggested buying a scooter in England and riding to Turkey.
To be fair, a 17 km ride on the Chinese scooter to the next village in Turkey, inevitably resulted in her suffering from a stiff back and legs, as she had to sit in a cramped position on a seat considerably narrower than our derrieres.
She put up a noble fight, raging from “You must be joking!” to “How about I fly to Italy, meet you there for a couple of days, then fly on to Turkey and wait for you?”
However, what she didn’t know was that I had set my sights on something a little more comfortable and powerful than the Chinese scooter.
Meet our Suzuki Burgman…

We took our first outing on the new (to us) ‘wheels’ to Southend. OK, not so far really but quite an experience as it happens. We had checked the weather forecast but had not noted the expected high winds! After being blown sideways by 40-50 mph winds most of the way, we survived and felt that the comfort was acceptable and the 100 mile ride was no real problem.
When I sold my Private Hire business 3 ½ years ago (no… 4 ½ years, time flies!), I was often asked: “What are your plans?” My reply was always the same: “The plan is, there is no plan!” This journey is much along the same lines. Of course we have had to work out a basic route but that could easily change – the growing problems in Kosovo for example…
Last Christmas was unusual in that, when asked by the family, “What do you want?” I had a list of pre trip items to collect. My family, always complaining that I was really hard to buy for, greeted these ideas with enthusiasm. Soon I had acquired a camping gaz stove; over seat luggage bags; micro towels (yes- they are really micro!) and other assorted bits and bobs. Where do we put it all? Arrgghh.
Then, laying in bed one morning, pondering as you do - I was thinking about Messrs McGregor and Boorman on their Long Way Round/Down trips – and I recalled that they raised a fair bit for Unicef on their travels. Well, we may not be quite as adventurous but hey, I’m older and this is ‘two up’ on a second hand machine, half the size of their (brand new) BMW Superbikes. So let’s see if we can raise a few pennies for a worthy cause.
We have come up with Canine Partners. We are off to visit them in Midhurst in Surrey soon (report to follow) and have already started collecting some donations.
