Day 2 - UKBEG meet up in Cassel
Saturday 28th June 2014
We are on the road and heading for the Channel Tunnel at 8am. A thumb down signal from an oncoming sports bike rider warns us to slow down and, around the next corner we glide sedately past the copper with the radar gun standing on the central reservation. Thumb up sign from him, a good start to the day.
We are on the road and heading for the Channel Tunnel at 8am. A thumb down signal from an oncoming sports bike rider warns us to slow down and, around the next corner we glide sedately past the copper with the radar gun standing on the central reservation. Thumb up sign from him, a good start to the day.
The Eurotunnel experience is a
breeze as usual. Our neighbours are a couple on a K1600GT, an enormous
bike with more carrying capacity than many a small car. It's not theirs
but a loaner from BMW to replace their recalled R1200RT. The new
water-cooled RT has a major rear shock problem and all bikes have been
recalled to the dealers for a fix. They seemed happy enough as they
headed off for the South of France.
From Calais we head
east for the short run to Cassel near the Belgian border. It's a small
historic old town on a hill, with cobblestone roads and fine
architecture. It has also become the meeting place of choice for the
UKBEG contingent.
A word of explanation here. While I ride BMW
bikes on tour my real bike love is reserved for my 2001 Buell X1, pretty
much the best fun bike ever made.
UKBEG is the UK Buell Enthusiasts
Group, an eclectic mix of people who share a passion for the marque.
Over the last dozen years these folk have shared with me some of the
best moments of my life.
The Lauwe party is organised by our opposite
numbers in Belgium, the Twinpower club. It is a typical small bike rally
with two bands playing, a monster barbecue, major beer intake and a
whole lot of banter and laughter, held at a working farm near the
village of Lauwe in Belgium.
So we meet up with the
gang and our Belgian friends at a cafe in the centre of Cassel. I feel
sorry for the wedding party emerging from the town hall next door into a
sea of leather clad loons and their motorbikes. Fortunately the wedding pics are
only just beginning when we leave.
The convoy of bikes numbers
around 60. The organisation of this rideout is superb with
the local marshals stopping all other traffic at roundabouts and major
junctions, then blasting past us to take up position at the next
intersection. It is flawless and we cruise sedately through Flanders
Fields, under the Menen Gate and on to a stop at Tyne Cot war graves
cemetery in Passchendaele.
Our visit to Tyne Cot was a sobering moment. So many graves, many simply
marked 'British Soldier' or 'German Officer'. The cemetery is
immaculate, with thousands of flowers growing between the graves. My
grandfather was gassed in this war. What a waste of lives the whole
thing was.
Today happens to be the anniversary of the
assassination of the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand by Gavrilo
Princip, a Bosnian Serb, in Sarajevo in 1914 which kicked off the Great
War.
By coincidence I have with me a series of podcasts
about the Great War by the American broadcaster Dan Carlin. I listen to
these when going to sleep or in the early hours when sleep is hard to
come by.
If you are interested in this period of
history then I urge you to search out Dan Carlin's podcasts on his
website or in iTunes. They are a quite brilliant commentary on this most
tragic of all wars.
Lots of fun despite the rain |
The rain starts as we finish putting up the tents and continues
relentlessly throughout the evening. But no way does this dampen the
spirits at a Buelligan gig. An evening of general bacchanalia ensues.
The
first band were rather loud and a bit disorganised, the second were
solid rockers. Highlights for me were Att going off on one in the bar
(you have to know Att to get this), Richie's t-shirt (not before the 9
o'clock watershed) and Mojomick on stage performing "Riding in the
Rain".
We'll draw a veil over Magz' behaviour and the
less said about Nick the better. Suffice to say a grown man should know
better at 3 o'clock in the morning.
Thanks to Kev Meanwell who
doesn't yet know I nicked his photos from Facebook. And a big shout for
our Belgian hosts for a wonderful day and night and a cracking barbecue.
Will it be enough? |
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