Confessions of a First Time Restorer – Part 6

Part Six – It’s Starting to look like a Motorbike!

Last we spoke the bike was slowly starting to come together. So how much would I get done this month? Loads! Partly down to taking a week’s holiday, but also due to the prep and planning I had in place. However, you may remember from last month that there was an elephant in the room. So – first of all……

The gearbox. Oh Gawd. It was time to man up and get it done. My excuses had finally run out. I was convinced that it wasn’t right, and in the end I was correct. I did lots of reading, got advice and finally went for it. I took it apart and started again. Nope, it still didn’t work. Repeat a couple of times and it was sorted, so I sealed it all up. And then there was nothing again. Argh. It took me three days (with initial research, emails, cleaning, exasperation breaks, etc. etc.), but it was time well spent and quite an education. It ended up with all the individual components being laid out and closely examined for defects. They appeared to be in good order, hence it was down to my assembly.

Well at least I knew who the problem was! I started yet again, having been given a specific order in which to assemble. The partially completed whole was working correctly as each individual part was installed. I was being more methodical and taking more time with my assembly, testing the mechanism after each component went in. The final piece went in and it all seemed good. I was now convinced it was assembled correctly, but it still didn’t change gear smoothly. Then a final bit of advice from Mr R did the trick – rotating the mainshaft as I moved the gear change lever. This facilitated the inner workings moving into place. Blindingly obvious when you think about it! When you change gear the engine is running, things are moving and allow the gears to slip into place easily. I was trying to do this without the engine running.

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Engine in frame
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Wiring loom in place
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Headlight shroud and dash complete
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Welded rear mudguard

This was a milestone as I could now get the engine back into the frame….and it was loose. Eh? I’d had to engage in a serious battle of wills to get that thing out of the frame and now it was loose? Ah, that was what those random washers were that I’d found on the floor when initially removing the engine. Carefully photographed, labelled and stored as ‘unknown washers – engine area’ (I knew that system would pay off). They shimmed the engine in perfectly. Now it was a lovely snug fit with no movement at all.

You may remember from my second article I talked about the wonders of Small Heath design and the way in which the chain and chainguard were assembled. i.e., having to get your hands under the chainguard to remove the chain before you could remove the chainguard itself. Very awkward and fiddly – perfectly designed to increase the creativity of your vocabulary.

Well, this daft way round of doing things also applies when reassembling, only it’s ten times more awkward, especially when trying to feed a chain over various sprockets whilst they are covered by the chainguard. I mean – why put the chainguard on before the chain? I eventually got it done, but not without having to loosen the rear wheel, do some serious fiddling around, lie on the ground with my head under the bike for a while, cut myself numerous times and maddeningly, scratch a newly chromed part. Fortunately, the scratch is not too obvious, but still, it is infuriating.

This done, I went back to the engine and the drive side. I was hoping that the drive side would be simpler that the timing side and so it was, but it did need new parts ordering. The clutch plates were worn and needed replacing. I also needed new roller bearings and cush drive rubbers for the clutch hub amongst other bits and pieces.

These were all ordered and the wait allowed me to do some planning for the piston. I knew absolutely nothing about pistons, apart from the fact that they go up and down. All this talk of compression ratios, bores, standard and oversize pistons, etc. was well over my head. Again, I had to research and ask questions, read and watch videos. Exchange emails with Mr Ratio, who gave lots of great advice and sold me some original piston rings to replace my broken pattern parts. Feeler gauges and a glaze busting tool were also ordered – my poor bank balance!

Whilst I waited for these to arrive the clutch parts were delivered, so I re-assembled the clutch and alternator. It was then pointed out to me that the primary chain was too loose a fit. Yes, I suppose it was. Dagnamit! Take the clutch and alternator apart again and more parts were ordered. Fortunately this was during my week’s holiday so I wasn’t losing any time. I was waiting for piston and drive side parts and had nothing I could do on the engine. So only one thing for it – the wiring!

This was something else I had been absolutely dreading. Electronics is a dark art and in my humble opinion, anybody who understands it studied under Snape at Hogwarts. This fear did lead me to being well prepared and planning what to do in advance though. I sourced more than one wiring diagram and, most importantly, went very slowly over two days. I will say that it is wired as per the wiring diagrams. Whether it will work or not is a totally different matter. I haven’t got a clue what any of it means – a green and yellow wire is attached to one of the terminals on the rectifier, etc. That’s all I know. Time will tell as and when I buy a battery and put some juice through the system. Doing the wiring did mean that I could get the headlight finished off though and that’s always nice visually.

I was also able to collect the welded mudguards. They looked a lot better and were soon taken back to Mike at Triple C. Understandably though I had lost my place in his job queue. Having to get the extra work done on these parts meant Mike moved on with his next jobs. Therefore, I will have to wait until he can fit me in again. Frustrating, but it would be unreasonable to expect him to just wait for me.

Whilst finishing the wiring the primary chain arrived, so I was now able to re-re-assemble the clutch and stator. Okay, maybe the old primary chain was too loose. I connected the clutch cable up and the clutch worked – remarkable. Stator wiring was soldered in place. Goo and gasket on, and the drive side was finished. I must add that any future owner of this bike who opens the drive side and looks at my soldering on the stator will wonder what muppet worked on the bike previously. Let’s just say that I’m not very good at soldering!

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Whole engine – drive side
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Tax disc

The piston rings and glazing tool had also arrived, so I went onto the barrel and piston. I had also needed a new gudgeon pin and circlips.  The rings went on smoothly, as did the assembly of the piston, gudgeon pin and conrod. Then it was time to anneal the copper gasket and put the barrel on. Annealing – this was something else I hadn’t done. Videos showed that it should be fairly easy, but I didn’t have the necessary heating equipment. After previous disclosures in this fine publication, I was banned from the kitchen under threat of actual bodily harm and maybe even the silent treatment. I fluttered my eyelids but that failed miserably. So it was time to improvise again and out came the camping stove! Fortunately it worked nicely, and it was as easy as hoped.

With the piston in and the barrel on, it was time to finish off the timing side by putting on the kickstart and gear change levers. Now the timing side, drive side and barrel were finished and I could see if the engine turned over. And joy of joys, it did! The rear wheel went round, the gears changed and the piston went up and down. This building a motorbike lark might actually work!

Now I could move on to the final part of the engine – the head which included the valves, valve springs and the part I had questioned the existence of in part 1, the rocker box. The valves themselves were black with carbon, but a good soak in petrol and some gentle persuasion gradually removed it all and they were okay. They fitted nicely in the valve guides, (which was a mighty relief), as needing to redo these would have been a major issue for me. I did need some new springs, as the old ones were too compressed, but everything else was in good order.  Dave, of Rupert Ratio fame, supplied me with some NOS (New Old Stock) springs, still in their 50-odd year-old grease. He also suggested that I grind in the valves regardless so that I was confident of a good seal. This needed a new tool, which always holds a bit of excitement. Then I discovered that this expensive piece of equipment was actually a rubber sucker on the end of a stick. Phew!

So, the valves were ground in and fitted, along with the springs and the rest of the cylinder head parts. The rockers were taken out of the rocker box to be cleaned and once they were put back in the two parts could be put together and inserted into the frame with the rest of the engine. The engine block was complete.

The final thing I managed to do this month was a nice bit of bling. The bike had an empty tax disc holder, but obviously tax discs are a thing of the past. I found somewhere that can reproduce year accurate tax discs. So I got a tax disc for 1961, the year the bike was first sold and the issuing stamp to be Bradford. When I first bought the bike and gave the engine and frame numbers to the BSA Owners Club, they had told me that the bike was originally sent to a dealer in Bradford from the Small Heath factory. Although I did find out that the bike has probably been re-registered at some stage, as its registration number is an Isle of Bute number, these historically unused numbers are often used as age-related re-issues.

And that’s you up to date. I’m going to leave it open as to whether I write anything next month. The fact is that I made so much progress on the engine this month that I only have the valve clearances, distributor and carburettor left to do engine-wise, which is not enough to fill an article. And I can’t really do any more on the frame until I have the tinware back and I don’t think that will be this month.

So, I’ll leave it open. If the tinware comes back earlier than I expect, I’ll be here next month. If not, I’ll see you in a couple of months. Keep safe.

Jon Case

First published in Slipstream June 2021

BMW R18 First Edition Review

I’ve owned and ridden several motorcycles over my 30 years of riding, and like many of us have not had much experience with cruisers. I am however working for a car/motorcycle manufacturer, and one of the perks is to have a company motorcycle which is changed every 5 months. Given this amazing opportunity, I ensure that I pick something different each time, although I have had some favourites over the years. To my delight and excitement, I managed to get one of the first R18 1st Editions which I picked up in December 2020.

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I arrived at the site where we swap over our bikes. I was giving back a BMW F900R, which is quite a different machine to the huge, low chrome covered monster that awaited me. It was time to ride it home. Clutch in, press the starter button and the huge 900cc pistons fired into life with a side-to-side shudder, although much quieter than I’d hoped!

The ride home was very damp and an accident on the M3 caused me to have to negotiate some muddy back roads.  With brand new tyres and 1800cc of grunt, the bike handled everything I threw at it without a stutter.  After an hour and a half in the saddle, I got off feeling as comfortable as if I’d been on a touring bike. After only 2 more rides we’re back into lockdown, so the beast was put back in the garage with 100 miles on it and onto trickle charge.

After what seems like forever, April finally arrived, and I get to go out on a peer-to-peer ride with another Observer who’s on a BMW R1250RT.  The first thing I notice is that the R18 is slow to steer into corners. I adapt my riding style to go slower in and use the huge grunt to fire out. My friend commented that as they are following me, they had to really twist the throttle on the RT to stay with the R18, such is the bottom end and mid-range. After a couple of hours out on it, I still feel comfortable and am enjoying the torque and the surprisingly good front twin disc brakes.

Second ride after lockdown, we were off on a small social ride to the Cod and Waffle in Leighton Buzzard. Lots of fast A Roads and nice twisty back roads. There is a mixture of sports bikes, tourers and super nakeds and the R18 didn’t let me down at all. It has no problem on the straights or the twisty bits, and to quote what Bike magazine said, “ride it like a big retro, not like a cruiser”! Once you get your head around this it works perfectly.

Now what seems like only a couple of weeks and a few observed rides in mostly bad weather, its time to give the big beast back and onto the next one. I’ve really enjoyed the massive torque, excellent brakes, comfy seat and riding position, and despite what your mind tells you, I’ve never had an issue with ground clearance. Only negative side is that it gets absolutely covered in muck every time you go out, and takes ages to clean it and the suspension is a bit on the hard side.

I will really miss the R18. It has put a big smile on my face during the short amount of time I’ve been able to ride it, and I would definitely have another one. I’d encourage anyone, regardless of what you ride, to pop into your local BMW bike retailer and take a test ride on one of these amazing machines. I guarantee you’ll be surprised, and it will put a big smile on your face!

Chris Davey

First published in Slipstream June 2021

Moroccan Tour Part 2

Are you taking the piste?

The following morning it was cold but dry so after plenty of coffee and a filling breakfast we loaded up and headed back south to Agoudal where we turned off onto the R704. I’m not sure what the letters mean in front of the road names but in this case the R stood for ‘rough’. The 60km was an unmade road, only formed through usage by the locals over years.

We stopped to turn off rear ABS and traction control to low. On loose ground we needed the power delivery to stay on, especially riding up an incline, traction control cutting the power halfway up so you come to a complete stop and having to descend down backwards does not make for an enjoyable ride. Likewise, heading downhill, we didn’t want ABS kicking in when we really wanted the back wheel to lock and dig in to give some speed control.

Initially the track was soft soil which was largely dry, the rear wheel sliding around a bit on the damper sections. After a few miles we stopped to take it all in, we really were miles from anything here, just mountains and a track ahead of us which snaked and at times split before re-joining itself.

As we looked around a shepherd appeared as if from nowhere. Marije translated and we found out Amastan had hundreds of sheep in the surrounding area and due to the cold he was out checking on them.

As we rode further towards the mountains the track was largely gravel with larger rocks off to the sides. At one point the track split and I carried straight on before realising this way had larger rocks, the size of baby heads. Marc and Marije took the alternative which was much smoother but longer. I paused a moment and decided it would probably be harder to turn around than ride onwards. With a light touch on the bars, relaxed arms and fingers covering the controls the Africa Twin soaked it all up as long as I kept the momentum going, front wheel bouncing over the top rather than being deflected from side to side.

As we climbed higher the track become rougher and Marc sped ahead, his knobbly tyres biting into the rocks and loose sections. Our road tyres were performing remarkably well although this was in the dry, if it had been wet I think we would have struggled in places. Marc had stopped just as the valley down came into view and had put the kettle on, having his stove and brew kit in his top box. From this point we could look back at the path we’d ridden and Marc told us he could see us weaving as we hit the softer sections where he had powered through at speed, his DCT model handling all the gear changes to make sure the power delivery was smooth.

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Amastan the shepherd

Looking down the valley ahead we could see the track was rough rock, covered in stones and gravel, with downhill straight sections and switchbacks with steep drops on one side. There wouldn’t be any look, lean and roll skills used today, sliding off could be a messy affair. After checking the ABS and traction control again, (which has the annoying feature of turning back on to max each time you switch the ignition off and on again), we headed down. The views down the valley were spectacular and the ride started to get more challenging, having to keep enough momentum going to ride out the bumps, controlling the speed with gentle inputs on the rear brake and letting the bike move around rather than forcing a line.

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Starting down into the valley

At this point I should say that Marije isn’t really that keen on off road riding but she had agreed to give it a go on the proviso that if she dropped the bike, I would be the one to pick it up. As I rode down one straight section I heard over the intercom “Oh, for goodness sake”. I stopped and looked in my mirror to see her bike on its side halfway around a switchback with Marije standing off to one side looking in my direction. I asked if she was ok, silence. Marije stood watching and waiting so I left my bike where it was and walked back up.

As we picked the bike up I asked what happened and she said it just went off balance when she’d hit a rock coming slowly around the bend. So rather than try and keep the heavy bike upright she’d let it go and stepped off, a good call, better than risking hurting herself. I started to explain that keeping some momentum going would help bounce over the rocks. I got the look. Time to shut up Damien.

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A low speed tip over, slightly bent pannier rack, fixed with a hammer

I was really impressed Marije was giving this a go even though it was well outside her comfort zone, especially after 50km of this terrain. I think if there had been a chance of getting a taxi at this point that bike may have been parked up for me to go back and collect!

Just as we re-joined tarmac road, Rob the fixer on his black Africa Twin passed us heading up towards the piste. We later found out when we met him on the return ferry that he’d got to the section Marije had taken a break on and decided it wasn’t wise to ride further on his own.

An hour later we got to the Dades gorge, a series of tight switchbacks and steep descent. We had a spirited ride down, then back up and down again. Who knew when we’d be back?

At this point we’d been riding every day for almost a week and the weather forecast for the following day showed thunderstorms and hail so we decided to take a day off in Ouarzazate, a town well known for film making. We checked in to a tourist hotel and explored the local markets and film museum, enjoyed a few cold beers and some Moroccan wine and sheltered from the storm.

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The Dades Gorge, on and off road sat-navs mounted together

Marc and I played pool against the locals in the hotel bar on a pool table that looked like it had been surfaced in shag pile carpet, an interesting change! We had a hookah pipe brought to our table to share as this seemed to be the custom looking around. Although most Moroccans don’t drink and it’s a largely dry country, this seems to be by personal choice and there were several locals enjoying a beer in the bar. There was a small door that led to the street outside so they could enter without going through the hotel.

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Open countryside tracks on the way to Merzouga

On the second night Marc and Marije synchronised watches as it had become a standing joke that we would be late for breakfast depending on which clock we looked at. We agreed to meet for breakfast at eight, pack up and head for Merzouga and the sand dunes of Erg Chebbi. This time Marc was late and after we’d eaten we packed up and waited for him in reception. Little did we know but back in the UK the clocks had gone forward, as had Marije’s clock, but this wasn’t observed in Morocco so we were an hour early. Marc relished the opportunity to enjoy breakfast and laugh at us all ready to go while he loaded up, it was usually the other way around!

Road to Merzouga

We left Ouarzazate and headed east on the N9, leaving dark storm clouds in our mirrors and the mountain adventures behind. The main roads here are good smooth tarmac and we could have ridden these almost all the way to Merzouga, but there are numerous small tracks off the road heading through open countryside. There are no barriers or fences to stop you picking a direction and heading straight off the main road to ride as you wish. We explored a few. The hardpacked sandy soil sections we did were easy to ride on but we had no idea where they went or if they remained like this all the way, they weren’t on any map or sat nav we had. It was also much slower than the main road so we eventually met up with the tarmac again and picked up the pace.

You may hear stories of zealous police doing speed checks and handing out big fines and we did encounter several police checkpoints, but only one was doing speed checks just after entering a town. At the rest of the checkpoints they pulled over vehicles seemingly at random, but they all waved us through apparently disinterested in foreigners.

Erg Chebbi

We had used booking.com to book a couple of days at the La Vallée des Dunes, a small auberge outside the main town with views of the dunes from the terrace. Erg Chebbi is roughly 28km long and 6km wide, a pre steppe to the Sahara, the sand rising up to 150m, it’s constantly changing dunes formed by the winds. On arrival we were greeted by the owner Mr Ali in both English and Dutch. Over the years he had picked up thirteen languages well enough for casual conversation – amazing! Once settled he directed us to a café bar where we could pick up some cold beers, our supply having been exhausted in Imilchil, while he prepared us dinner.

Riding the dunes

In the morning Ali offered to lead us to the dunes so we removed our panniers from the bikes in an attempt to make them as light as possible. As we followed him in his 4×4 towards the dunes we hit the soft sand and the bikes started to squirm around, having little to grip. As you ride, sand builds up in front of the front tyre until it’s high enough to deflect the wheel. It’s not a surface I’m adept at riding on. Marc struggled even with his knobblies and we decided to let some air out of the tyres at the base of the dunes to try and get more grip.

Having let the tyre pressures down I found it made little difference with my road tyres, riding on sand was just not going to work for me. Marc tried for a bit longer but even with his knobblies he gave up before even attempting a dune. The bikes were just too heavy, definitely not the right ones to try and learn dune riding on! But we’d given it a go and learned it really is a skill you have to work on.

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Marije wanted to walk up to the top of the dunes but with shifting sand under every footstep it would have been an arduous climb so we settled on booking some quad bikes Mr Ali had advertised at the auberge. After a few pictures we headed back, Marc and I continued to slide around while Marije seemed to take to it well, riding confidently across the sand with much more finesse than us.

An hour before sunset our quad bikes and guide arrived at the auberge. Our guide appeared to be about fourteen but he seemed to know his stuff as he briefed us on the controls and the importance of keeping in his tracks. We hit the dunes and realised these quads were ideal, they flew up with ease and we were all soon enjoying ourselves. At one point I cut across the edge of a dune, trying to keep up with our speedy guide but not following the tracks as instructed. I found myself leaning over as the quad fought to scramble up. I turned towards the bottom of the dune rather than risk rolling over and rode up the opposite side and back to re-join the others.

After half an hour we were high up overlooking a sea of sand and stopped to take in the views as the sun started to set. What a magical place to be! The low sun throwing the shapes of the dunes into relief and no signs of humanity in any direction.

As the group rode back through the dunes we came across tourists on camel trains and even a photoshoot with a woman in a meditation pose on top of a dune. It’s certainly popular here. Having parked up, our guide asked, “Did you enjoy? All good?”. Marc said, “It was a little slow.” “No really?” our guide replied looking surprised. “Like little old lady,” Marc responded. Everyone laughed and bill paid and guide tipped, his crew arrived and took the quads away. The forty euros it costs to hire one of these is without doubt worth it.

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High up in the dunes of Erg Chebbi

Puncture and the KTM shop

It was time to turn northwards having explored the areas we had set out to see and with two days before getting the ferry back to Spain. As we headed out from Merzouga, Marc rode up next to me and shouted “Puncture”, while pointing to the back of my bike. I pulled over to the side and looked at my rapidly deflating rear tyre. We’d planned for this as the Africa Twin runs tubed tyres and each of us carried some of a spares kit that worked for all the bikes. Included were two front and rear tubes, tyre irons and a compressor as well as the necessary tools. I had even practiced changing tubes in my garage at home.

Just as I was preparing to get tools out a young guy appeared and asked me if I wanted him to fix it. It seemed we had stopped outside a local bike mechanics shop, he had even painted KTM on the wall outside in orange paint! The owner was called Said and he ran the shop with his young son. They quickly had the back wheel off and replaced the tube with one of our spares and then patched and returned the old one, fantastic service and only £10. This was the only mechanical issue we had the whole trip.

The remainder of the ride north through Maroc was uneventful and we stayed a final night in the blue city of Chefchaouen, exploring its maze of backstreets and bazaars.

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Sai and his son, owners of Garage Said Merzouga

Spain

On arrival at the Tanger Med port we booked the next ferry and handed back our temporary import slips at customs. No x-ray for the bikes this time and the ferry was on time. We stopped in Madrid to have dinner with some friends of mine after a day of torrential rain and hail, neither of which worked for Marc’s well-worn knobbly tyres. We found out that northern Spain had been hit by the worst snowstorms in twenty years so needed to change our route on the final day to avoid the now closed high roads.

The twenty-four hour ferry crossing gave us another break and a chance to reflect on the trip as well as meet some of the bikers such as ‘Rob the fixer’ who we had met on the way down and exchange stories.

Looking back we wouldn’t have changed much. We had still packed too much, as on the Balkans trip. We should have camped in the open desert, given an ideal opportunity to ride away from the main roads in almost any direction and set up a camp.

Will we go back? Morocco is pretty much on our doorstep, has friendly people, amazing terrain and is culturally mixed, encompassing Berber, Arab, African, Mediterranean, and Jewish influences it feels vastly different to Europe. It would be great to experience it once more, perhaps on a longer trip once we’re able to travel again.

Marije may even agree to ride the R704 again, especially as I’ve heard it’s being paved over now.

Damien Murray

First published in Slipstream June 2021

Chris Brownlee

From The Saddle (June 2021)

As I write this, at the beginning of June, social rides and outdoor team meetings are being organised for groups of up to 30, and it seems some while ago that we couldn’t get out in groups at all, and then had a small relaxation to allow for groups of up to six. Whilst the signs are still there for Step 4 of the government’s route map out of lockdown to be on the 21st June, which should mean a complete relaxation of all rules and guidelines around Covid-19, we will need to keep an eye out for any extra restrictions that are imposed.

IAM RoadSmart has recommenced advanced testing, and we have some newly qualified members of IAM RoadSmart as a result; our congratulations to all of these previous Associates, and I’m sure there will be more to come over the summer. We have also been able to recommence our Observer Training Programme and have a smaller, more restricted, Observer Core Skills Day this month. We are hopeful that we’ll be able to start our Observer training again properly very soon, with fully attended Core Skills Days. If you’ve thought about becoming an Observer then please drop an email to observerinterest@tvam.org and one of the Training Team will be in touch to discuss what’s involved.

We also have some newly qualified Observers, as well as some National Observers being successfully revalidated. Our congratulations to all those that have successfully validated or revalidated. Of course, the potential relaxation of the government’s Covid-19 restrictions may mean that our last virtual St. Crispin’s is upon us and we’ll be meeting in person again at St. Crispin’s School in Wokingham on the third Sunday of the month from July. There are many members who have joined since the lockdown and have never been to a monthly meet – and quite a few of those don’t believe it really exists! I’m sure we’ll make them all welcome as soon as we can resume face-to- face St. Crispin’s monthly meetings.

Building our relationship with Rapid Training, they have offered us a TVAM-only track skills day. This will use the skills development modules from their flagship Bikemaster course, with dedicated Rapid Training coaches, on a track venue. There are only 27 places available, and a 25% discount, so if you’d like to take part you can sign up on the allmembers calendar on groups.io; the event is taking place on 13th October.

Social rides are now well under way, with local teams and club runs starting to fill the calendar. Do check out your local team calendar, and the allmembers calendar, on groups.io to find out what’s being organised. You’ll also get access to the webinars that are being organised, as well as other trips, weekends away and, hopefully in the not-too-distant future, some overseas trips.

I’m sure you’re all making the most of the current great weather and, whilst we still need to exercise appropriate caution and social distancing, we can hopefully look forward to a safe and progressive (and systematic) return to riding.

Chris Brownlee
Chief Observer