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Road Travelers at Alices

Written by: Glen Coddington Date: Jul.30.2012

 

 

Land of Oz

The Land of Oz, with its rain forests, pastures, and coastal roads, can be as different and climactic as the landscape in the Wizard of Oz!

The terrain was ever-changing. Although covering over 5000km of asphalt on a
motorcycle through New South Wales (NSW) of Australia, I saw parts of Oz that you
wouldn’t click your heels over. I had imagined a land full of deadly snakes, spiders, deserts,and of course, a boxing kangaroo or two. I saw little of these.

Admittedly, my first few days in Oz were on foot in Sydney. I figured that would give
me time to see how the other side does it…literally…they drive on the left side of the road. The tourist bit in Sydney was fun, however, you couldn’t pay me to ride in that city. Everything is too busy and too fast. Fortunately the day came soon for me to pick up my rental.

I had hired a Fazer 600 through Bikescape (highly recommended by ADVRiders and
other Moto’ forums) from the US before I even arrived in Australia. Owner Selena was
my contact person - she had purchased the company four years ago and loves what she
does. When I picked up my bike I was one of nine people scheduled to drop in that day.
I came early to find three others already waiting. Yet the whole process went without a
hitch — before I knew it, I was in the left lane fighting through traffic to get the hell out of Sydney.

The Blue Mountains were first on the agenda. Hiking out to Gordon Falls was rigorous, but the view was breathtaking. (So much so that I actually had to catch my breath before hiking
back!) It’s hard to describe in words or capture in a picture; you need to experience it yourself. The canyon is the second largest in the world…behind the Grand Canyon.

The next few days were spent counting species of dead bugs on my visor and cursing the rain gods. In case you ever questioned the origin of rain in rain-forests, don’t. Fortunately
for me, kangaroos do not mind the rain much. I got my first kangaroo sighting as it gracefully hopped in front of me while
its friend gave me stink eye from the side of the road. The wildlife is abundant and the best memory I take away from the whole trip was the hundreds of exotic birds flying freely around.

I tried to convey the meaning of “getting out and seeing the world” to some local blokes at the TopPub in Uralla. It didn’t seem to sink in, but I think I struck a chord with Peter
and Dale. The couple spends days (sometimes weeks) traveling the country on their GS1200. Dale rides pillon and takes care of picture duty while Peter’s job is to navigate through
the mess of kangaroo carcasses. The problem is that so many kangaroos get hit each day, they can’t clean them up quick enough. At least, that’s what it looks like…

My trip continued north to a much anticipated road erected by the Lions Club in 1971 to link NSW and Queensland. Lions Road, as it is called, was recommended over and over to
me; everyone said I had to ride it but no one really explained why. I am not going to
ruin tradition either, just ride it. Do note that stopping in the middle of the road because you saw something cool is
highly frowned upon by the locals.

Earlier in my travels I spent a day with local legend, Scott. Scott comes from a family of motorcyclists and you can see the
history as soon as the garage is opened. Inside is a pair of ‘77 BMWs, a 1000 and a 750. The 1000 was owned by Scott’s father
and has been beautifully restored to its original condition. The 750 was owned by Scott’s grandfather after his son convinced
him to get back into motorcycling. Both bikes run very well for their age and carry a family legacy in the saddle. Scott showed
me all the local roads and where the wanna-be fast guys go; in fact, we saw a wadded bike only about 10-Ks in on Putty Road. Kind of reminds me of a certain highway around here.

The first half of my trip was spent north of Sydney zig-zagging between inland and the coast. It came to an abrupt stop when a rock shortened my day, though. Most riders will admit a flat tire can ruin your ride, especially when you don’t have a repair kit. It actually made mine just a little bit better. Up to this point, I had three days left of riding time, but since I was only three hours north of Sydney I thought I would just play around and kill three days taking it easy.

That idea was tossed out the window when I picked up the repaired bike from Bikescape the next morning. Everyone there encouraged me to travel down to the south coast and
over the Snowy Mountains. So I spent the last three days riding south on some of the best roads of my whole trip. I even squeezed in a track day at the Mt. Panorama Circuit in
Bathurst.

My travels always focus on soaking up the culture. I spent most nights in small towns (Uralla, Bega, South West Rocks, and others), trying to get as far away from the tourist areas as possible — with everything so stretched out, it wasn’t hard. The Australian beer is great! The food is even better; although I was only able to get kangaroo in Sydney. Do try!

One question repeatedly asked at the TopPub: “Uralla…California. Uralla…California. Why Uralla? I just don’t get it.”

The answer, I thought, was simple, but it didn’t actually come to me until I met Ethan 30,000 ft in the air. You have one chance to live your life…best live it right!

Written by: Thomas Gray Date: Nov.06.2009

 

 

les scooters a Paris
Paris Scooter Scene

I had been touring the Dordogne and had seen scooters wherever we went, but I
was still amazed by their number and variety when I reached Paris. Scooters were
literally everywhere, in numbers far surpassing motorcycles and definitely beginning to rival cars. What would look like a scooter club outing or rally to us is simply the flow of everyday traffic in this city of crowded streets and scarce parking.

Since I was last in Paris three years ago, the scooter scene has clearly expanded.
And changed. Bigger, modern bikes have largely replaced the small vintage scooters
that used to be seen—and heard—at every corner. You still see some dandy vintage
two-strokes, but they are in the minority, outnumbered by swarms of sleek modern
bikes.

In a word, it’s all about choice

And the choice is dizzying. Not only are there more marques to choose from, but
there are more models from makers familiar in the US. I saw several Honda models
I had not even heard of. And BMW’s C-1, the enclosed scooter that off ers increased
protection from the elements; these are no longer being made, but I did see a number
of “knock-off s” designed along the same lines. Piaggio’s MP3 is omni-present in sizes
ranging from 125 to 250 to 400 and 500cc (this last marketed in Europe as the Gilera
Fuoco). Burgmans and Majestys can be had in 125cc sizes, as well as the 400 and 650
sizes we see in the US. Gilera scooters from Piaggio are available in sizes from 50cc to
200cc. Honda, Suzuki, Yamaha and Piaggio/Vespa have dealerships in the City of Light (and the X9 is probably the most frequently seen scooter), as does Peugeot, which offers scooters in a range of styles and sizes. One that caught my eye again and again was the Satelis, which comes in 125, 250, 400 and 500cc versions. It’s stylish, supercharged and equipped with ABS brakes. Talking with a woman at Academy Scooter, I
discovered that it’s distributed in Canada, but apparently there are no plans to make it
available in the US.

While the most popular size for an urban scoot is clearly 125cc, these scooters are
larger in overall size than we are accustomed to, with some of them nearly as large as
my Burgman 400. Maxi-scooters, though still in the minority, seem to be becoming
more popular, and I spotted big Burgmans (even 650s), Majestys, and S’Wings—not to
mention Piaggio’s 850cc Gilera GP800. Now, that’s a super scooter!

Prices vary just as they do here, but in general, scooters seemed to be more expensive, ranging from about 1690€ (for a 50cc) to 8990€ (for a 500cc)—that’s about $2700 to $14,384. I saw some low-end Chinese scooters at 999€, but that’s still almost $1600, and I didn’t see that many cheap scooters on the streets.

The one scooter I did not see in Paris was the Genuine Buddy. At least we have one
bike they don’t.

Sights on the street…

As I was enjoying dinner one evening in an outdoor café, I could hardly believe my eyes when a scooter zoomed by, completely covered in what appeared to be lush,green, growing grass—too fast to get a photo, alas. Pooches tucked between the rider’s legs on the floorboards are a fairly frequent sight. Scooters laden with long loaves of French bread, as well as bags of produce and fruit from the street markets dangling from the
handlebars, are a common sight on market days.

In typical French style, Parisian scooterists accessorize their rides. Most common are extra large windshields, some of which are so tall they curve above and over the rider’s head. Many riders opt for what they call tabliers, or canvas aprons that attach to the scooter and cover the rider’s lap and legs, offering protection from cold, wind
and rain, or to the riders themselves, like our scooterskirts. This is not so much a matter of fashion as it is of protection, as Paris scooters often substitute for a car,
and scooterists ride rain and shine. Which may help to explain the proliferation of MP3s. As I watched the scooters streaming by in persistent rain (on cobblestones, yet!),
I was thinking that the MP3 riders must be grateful for the extra traction and stability the three wheels provide. Almost every scooter has a topcase, which may hold a
briefcase and laptop as well as the day’s groceries.

Touring scooter shops

In talking with a few riders and salespeople in the scooter shops, it’s clear that scooters in Paris are not so much a social lifestyle as serious transportation. I asked
about scooter clubs and was told that there were clubs in the banlieues (suburbs), but not in the city itself. In general, equipment and apparel are sold separately from scooters, and there are whole stores full of jackets and gear and accessories, with other stores full of helmets— again, way more choice than is available here. One really
nice man at Vintage Motors (yes, the title is in English!) on Boulevard Richard Lenoir told me that, despite the choice there is in Europe, he imports “leathers” from Vanson in the US.

I discovered a marvelous shop called SDéese, on Rue Amelot near the Bastille, devoted entirely to gear and apparel for women and children. The owner said she had
opened the shop five years ago, when she couldn’t find comfortable, stylish gear for herself. Naturally, I couldn’t leave without buying some summer gloves, which somehow
are more fun since they come from Paris (plus chic, as the shop owner said). One thing I noticed: salespeople in Paris tend to be reserved, polite, but not overly friendly
or talkative. This changed as soon as someone realized I ride a scooter, and we were soon chatting like old friends.

Parking is where you find it

In Paris, scooters park everywhere and anywhere, although less often on the streets among cars than congregated in groups at the open corners formed at street intersections, which become parking lots for scooters,
motorcycles and bicycles. Parking on the sidewalks is common, especially in more residential areas. Sometimes you don’t even need to park. One morning, setting out
from my hotel to the Metro station, I saw a good-sized scooter run up on the sidewalk, stopping parallel to an ATM, where he proceeded to transact his business without every turning his motor off , taking a quick look around when he was done and zooming back into the street.

If you’ve got the nerve—I didn’t—to join Parisian scooterists on the streets, you can rent a scooter in Paris. You can arrange it in advance online through Auto Europe, who rents a Yahama Majesty 125 for $90 a day, or
on the spot at Free Scoot, 144 Blvd Voltaire in the 11th, who rents 50cc and 125cc scooters with helmet, gloves and lock included. Allez, scooters!

Written by: Karryll Nason Date: Nov.06.2009

 

 

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