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| Day 1 - Reading to Meaux |
Hi So here we are, two days in, and it's been more exciting than we could have hoped or dreaded!
Yesterday we had no problems with the shuttle and all that, apart from Ron forgetting his credit card so the checkin lady was confused. The ride was great, with lunch consisting of some huge buns stuffed with ham, chicken etc., obtained at the boulangerie and eaten outside the cafe that provides lots of coffee. Marv.
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| Day 1 - Dinner in Meaux |
So that was good. Today, after a fine lunch of sandwiches in a Le Relais, and another break, Ron discovered he had a puncture in his rear tyre. Not good. The chap living beside the stop spot was good enough to lend us his air compressor, but it couldn't keep up with the sizeable hole in his tyre. Off to the local garage - nope, can't help, but you could try the Moto Center in Cosne-sur-Loire. Turned out that Ron has breakdown insurance, so he called them while Jim and I took the action option and beetled off to the bike shop in search of tyre repair kits. Of course, Ron had only that morning thrown away the exploded can of tyre repair mousse... Cutting a long story short, Ron got trucked to us at the shop, we fixed his tyre with a kit, the guys at the shop shut up and then handed me back my helmet and gloves, and we made it, albeit late, to Moulins. Hurrah! Still need a new tyre, but hey - it's a Ducati Diaval, and nobody has them except Ducati dealers... of which more later.
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| Day 2 - Happier Times! |
Still, now we're parked up at the Ibis Styles (oooh!) in Moulins, what can possibly go wrong??
So that was good. Today, after a fine lunch of sandwiches in a Le Relais, and another break, Ron discovered he had a puncture in his rear tyre. Not good. The chap living beside the stop spot was good enough to lend us his air compressor, but it couldn't keep up with the sizeable hole in his tyre. Off to the local garage - nope, can't help, but you could try the Moto Center in Cosne-sur-Loire. Turned out that Ron has breakdown insurance, so he called them while Jim and I took the action option and beetled off to the bike shop in search of tyre repair kits. Of course, Ron had only that morning thrown away the exploded can of tyre repair mousse... Cutting a long story short, Ron got trucked to us at the shop, we fixed his tyre with a kit, the guys at the shop shut up and then handed me back my helmet and gloves, and we made it, albeit late, to Moulins. Hurrah! Still need a new tyre, but hey - it's a Ducati Diaval, and nobody has them except Ducati dealers... of which more later.
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