Last Sat. we had the 5th annual Roper Tiddler Tour hosted by my brother Doug and his wife Amy. It set new benchmarks for attendance, route quality and after ride food. By someone's count, there were 48 riders.
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McCallister's Ducati Monza, the only Ducati on the ride |
This may indicate we're going to have to get more serious about shaming the riders of the bigger and more modern bikes into getting something old and small--a Tiddler.
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A very nice GB 500 Honda, but pushing the definition of a Tiddler |
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Ken Richardson's CL 90 Honda with custom flyscreen, a true Tiddler |
Douglas laid out a superb route with 85 miles to the East in the morning and 54 miles to the West in the afternoon. While there were a few roadside adjustments, everyone came in under their own power.
I got my beloved Moto Guzzi Airone running the previous weekend, after it had been apart for 13 months. A lot of this time was tracking down a rebuilt crankshaft assy. and having the crankcases 'trued up' and the bearings re-sleeved. I went for a shake down run the previous Sun., and the bike seemed good after tightening up several things I had forgotten to tighten. But, at the end of our run, I had the front brake cable pull through it's nipple while coming down a very steep hill to a 'T' intersection. I just barely sneaked between the pickup truck and the stone wall, but then slid out on the grass and dirt and ended up in the middle of Rt. 82 on my side. Luckily, no cement trucks were coming and I was able to pick the bike up and get it out of the road. We were able to straighten the footrest enough to be able to shift it and I was able to ride it back to my brother's very slowly with no front brake. This was the same front brake cable I've had on the bike since I got it almost 9 years and 14K kilometers ago. Possibly I had never squeezed the brake lever so hard. Inspection revealed that the cable hadn't broken, but rather pulled through the nipple, which was literally a spoke nipple, not a proper brass cable nipple. It was very sobering as it could have been very ugly. As it was, I made out fine with only a jammed thumb. It re-enforced my belief in the motto 'wear all the gear all the time'. I had on a one piece Aerostich Roadcrafter, Arai Corsair, a back protector, thick leather gloves and boots.
The crash created a lot of work to be done to get the bike ready for the following Sat.: straightening the shift lever, straightening and welding the footrest, repairing the fishtail and baffle in the exhaust, and straightening and welding the speedo drive. But, I did get it all done and was able to take it for a quick spin Fri. to check it out.
I rode the morning loop with Mike Peavey on his '54 Airone Sport which seemed to have the legs on mine.
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Mike Peavey's '54 Moto Guzzi Airone Sport |
The route went through Salem, Lyme, Old Lyme and Hadlyme with absolutely great roads with very little traffic. We picked up lunch at the end of the loop and returned to Doug and Amy's house to eat. There was a bit of wrenching going on including Douglas replacing the baffle in the muffler on his 250 Benelli, which had fallen out and been picked up by Henry Syphers, who was riding his CL 350 Honda. Mitch Sheitelman had the splines on the shift shaft of his Cl 72 Honda fail and I welded the shift lever to the shaft with Doug's MIG welder so Mitch didn't have to do the afternoon loop in 4th gear as he had finished the morning.
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The shift lever welded on the shift shaft of Mitch Sheitelman's CL 72 Honda |
I rode with Mitch in the afternoon, and his bike shifted fine. Gordon Pulis on his CB 175 Honda rode with us and we picked up a fellow on a 250 Benelli like my brother's (Mark Turkington rode a third one) and Peter Davidson on his C-15 BSA.
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Peter Davidson C-15 BSA |
The afternoon route went west through Killingworth and Durham.
Some weeks before, when I was puttering on the Horex Resident project I have at my brother's house, I discovered the frame was broken on the right bottom tube between the center stand mount and the rear motor mount. So, I took the engine out, jacked the frame apart, and made a slug to fit in the frame tube, then pulled the frame together again and welded it. After we got back from the afternoon loop, I organized a work party to put the engine back in the Horex.
Then we got into an excellent feast, followed by fireworks and carbide cannon after it got dark. Several people stayed overnight and the final stragglers left mid morning Sun. That's going to be a tough TT to top.