Sunday, June 12, 2016

Team Blue Haze Racing!


Petrol. Check!

Getting into the zone

FOCUS FOCUS!

Tim had a good day to

At speed!

Race 2 was much better than 1

Another 10 kph with all these stickers, especially the front one!

Caption please!

Workshop Manager Kim

definetly looks the part
Still going strong! (Yes, the bike!)

Popped out to Manfield today to check out Team Blue Haze Racing! The second round of the Victoria Motorcycle  Club Winter Racing Series was on and Dion was out there doing it on his Honda NSR250. Alongside him was Tim on his Honda CBR600 with Kim acting as workshop manager! By the time i arrived at the track everyone each class had had a race. Dion was semi silent muttering under his breath something about petrol! Apparently his NSR is so highly tuned it only needs the occasional petrol fume to go fast. After discovering this was not so, the tank was 'topped up' and the next race went much better. It was great to see Dion out on the track giving it a go and judging by his reaction from the second race he was having a great time. It is certainly not as easy as it looks and us armchair racers have to admire those who go and do it.
The smell and sight of a two stroke was not confined to Team Blue Haze Racing as around the pits there were plenty of RG and KR 150s. These were doing sterling service giving many there first taste of racing. The other NSR on the track was Glen Skachill on a very quick NSR300. At the other end of the scale Rich turned up for a look/see on his 1969 Suzuki T200. It is still doing sterling service getting him to and from work on a daily basis. So there is plenty of life left in the old stink wheels for the foreseeable future!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Chocolate Box Winters Day

Caption please!

Where to from here?

The Ruahine Ranges

Cheltenham Hill turnoff







Stormy Point lookout

Mount Ruapehu

Mount Taranaki

This guy has an RGV in his garage. (We are still trying to workout what he was doing with his tooth brush)

The Apple Pies are the same size as the Custard Squares

Dion's is keen to get home to find a place for his shelves

Not in a hurry to get home to mow the lawn
Memories of the last few weeks liquid sunshine retreated to the back of the mind as a group of us made the most of a wonderful winters day. The frosty start to the day signaled a cautious approach to the roads, but also indicated a fine day. By the time we had gathered together at Manawatu Motorcycles the day was starting to warm up, so a ride towards the mountains was decided with our destination being one of of our favourite eateries in Hooterville. Home of the famous custard square. The roll call for the ride included two v twins, one v four, one cross frame four and two twins. A further breakdown would be three four strokes and three two strokes. The two strokes certainly attracted plenty of attention to themselves as we left via Rangitikei line on what was to that point a cloudless day!

Richards T500, Dion's RGV250 and Kim's RZ250 gradually blended back into the clear and calm day as we headed off towards Bunnythorpe with Ian in the lead on his VX800. Sir Al wasn't far behind on his VF800 and yours truly playing tail end charlie as we then proceeded on to Colyton and then skirted around the back of Feilding to our first stop at the top of the Cheltenham Hill for our first stop. The view over to the snow covered Ruahine Ranges was chocolate box worthy with that wonderful icing sugar look. We decided our next stop had to be Stormy Point and sure enough the view to Ruapehu was crystal clear and Mount Taranaki was easily seen.

Having completed our tourist duties the Vinegar Hill twisties invited us to indulge in a little bit of bend swinging. This section of road can prove to be very frustrating if there is a bit of traffic on the road, but much to our delight the traffic was very light. I followed Kim on his RZ250 down the hill and he was certainly giving the pipes a good clean out! It might be time to throw some RZ350 barrels on for those hills Kim? Sitting in behind me was Dion on the RGV and before long he was heading off into the distance. I couldn't let that happen so I dropped down a cog and the old XJ gave chase and locked on to his tail. There is nothing better than listening to a high performance two stroke on the pipe and smelling that wonderful two stroke wiff as you barrel up Vinegar Hill. Magic

Turning left at the top of the hill had us pointing down the road towards Hooterville and a quick scoot down State Highway One had us outside custard square heaven in no time at all. The pies, coffees, chips, sausages and sandwiches arrived in no time at all. With the sun streaming in and warming us up many a tall tale was told and whilst some in the group were intermittently jumping up from their seat to see if the police check point was still in operation (can't imagine why?) It was decided a quick trip to Mike's second hand traders was in order. Mike usually has a lineup of interesting vehicles for sale out the front, but not this time. Dion and Ian managed to find some interesting shelves for sale that Mike would deliver to Palmy free of charge. Dion was muttering something about a place to store lubricants. I am assuming they were for the garage. What Ian was going to do with his I don't know. The two of them certainly left with a big smile!

With two sets of shelves and no Police checkpoints it was now time to leave town via the 'back roads'. We hadn't been down the western backroads for a while and the heat of the day should have dealt to any damp spots by now. These squiggly backroads are definitely a far more interesting ride than down State Highway One and for some members they put a little bit of distance between them and those funny cars with the lights on the roof. These backroads intermittently pop out on to State Highway One so it was with some amusement that one of theses pop out moments had a Traffic Safety car on duty. We were obviously being very safe because he took no interest in us as we briefly joined the highway and then ducked down our final squiggly bit. Mind you there was a lot of intense mirror checking for a while and as some felt their wallets increase in size again we got back into some more good old bend swinging. The final putt putt down SH1 was uneventful and we were soon turning off and heading for Halcombe and on to our last stop at Mt Biggs School.

We all agreed that it had been a great ride and that the next day like this we should go further afield. Lets hope for more weather like we had today so we get out and enjoy this wonderful countryside of ours on some great motorcycles with great company. After all those scenic biscuit tins and chocolate box contents are going to taste so much better with memories like we had today!

Friday, March 25, 2016

VJMC 2016 National Rally




The long awaited South Island VJMC rally was held over the weekend of 11, 12, and 13th March in Nelson.


The Blue Haze headed out of town midday Friday with an uneventful ride (for all but one) to join the Awatere rail Ferry in Wellington. There were 9 of us with another 6 having taken earlier sailings. We were just on the end of a Southerly storm and the sailing was delayed waiting for the ship to battle its way back to Wellington. Once on the water it wasn’t that bad although a couple of our crew turned a whiter shade of pale!


Terry fills a plastic bottle with petrol allowing Dion to get the last 2 kms to Wellington Terminal.

We comprised two Kawasaki triples (400 Paul & 750 Alan), Suzuki VX800 (Ian), Suzuki RGV250 (Dion), Yamaha RZ250 (Kim), Honda SilverWing (Terry), Honda CBR600 (Bruce S), BMW GS650 (Rich), and a Honda GoldWing 1800 (Guy).



Due to the late start from Wellington we arrived into Picton about 7pm. We filled up and made our way around Queen Charlotte Drive to Havelock. Night was descending and leading the way on the H2 became a challenging proposition. Fortunately Ian realised I was struggling and took the lead, illuminating the path with the VX. We arrived at Tahunanui Holiday Park Nelson around 9pm meeting up with Dave (CB750) from Feilding, and Barry (Kawasaki A7), Bruce (GT750K), and Ken (RD350) from Wellington.

Next morning dawned warm and sunny in true Nelson style. The Tahuna Camp is huge and we shared motel style units which were very well presented. An interesting feature of the camp was that it lay directly below the airport flight path. Aircraft passed very low on approach giving quite a different view. This included a vintage DC3. This was also our first look at the bikes of our friends from the CJMC Christchurch, and the wider VJMC group form all over the country.






We split into groups for the morning with some opting to go into town to the bike museum, and others riding over to Motueka and on to Takaka. Ian, Bruce and I decided to go out to Kaiteriteri.





Both Bruce and I had spent many a happy holiday there in younger days, so it’s good to go back for a look at what was once one of NZs best kept secrets. On the way back Bruce and I swapped bikes. The GT750K complete with chambers, is silky smooth and far less manic than the H2. A bit more of a handful on the tighter stuff, but really came into its own on the trip back to Nelson; a true Grand Tourer.


Late afternoon was show & shine time and the judging of the bikes. 42 bikes in total. They made a good display parked on the lawn at the front of the units, although we were the only ones to see them.







After the voting was over it was time for a quick snort, a few yarns, then off to the RSA for a meal. A good feed for the lads, then back to the main residence for the prize giving. Everyone was a winner although some of the newbies got a little more than they had bargained for! Ian was the only one of our crew to pick up a gong – Best Suzuki for his rather immaculate VX800.



Much to my horror Ross Charlton won the whisky raffle with the ticket between the two numbers I had invested in! To his credit he whipped the top off.

Sunday morning was a relaxed start and we departed the rally for the West Coast in a couple of groups. We had a very pleasant ride out through Wakefield and down to Murchison and a stop for coffee and time for those of us late leaving to catch up.


The Buller Gorge is a great ride complete with mobile chicanes in the shape of camper vans – the scourge of the South! Through Inangahua Junction – famous for a 7.1 magnitude earthquake in 1968 – and down to the Westport turnoff and a really excellent road out to the coast. We filled up in Westport and had a quick feed-at-the-hoof at the service station.



I took this chance to re-route the front pannier strap on the H2 from on top of the seat to the frame rails. The bags didn’t sit well but it made a 100% improvement in seating comfort. Have to find a better luggage solution.

The next leg was down to Punakaiki (pancake rocks) and a stop for coffee. The roads down the coast are unbelievably good and proper biker’s roads. Traffic is reasonably sparse and surface condition of the blacktop is top notch. PC Plod was nowhere to be seen. Nirvana.



The ride down from Punakaiki to Greymouth was completed at a brisk pace and we arrived saddle sore but euphoric. A whisky well earned. We stayed in motel style units at the Kiwi Holiday Park a couple of km south of the township. We were joined here by Bruce and Russell on their BMW GS650s (our legal representation). Linda arranged to shuttle us to and from the Paroa Hotel for the evening meal. Food was excellent and included whitebait fritters (with more whitebait in them than I’ve seen since 1975) and plenty to drink. A few more drinks and a bit of a natter back at base before we turned in.


The next morning we drifted off to town for breakfast. Dion, Kim, Ian and I went to McDonalds (it’s called style). The old bikes created a bit of interest and as we gassed up a guy from across the road came over to talk bikes, and Kawasaki triples. As we left, three of them stood on the opposite pavement watching and waving. One bore an uncanny resemblance to Dusty Hill (ZZ Top). Ian, PC, Guy, Terry, Dave and I went off the beaten track to Blackball and stopped for a couple of photos outside the Blackball Hilton. Seemed to me to be a snapshot of 1960s West Coast.





From there on almost deserted roads we went through to Ikamatua and back on SH7 to Reefton for coffee and a bite to eat with the rest of the crew.


After a break it was on to Springs Junction. Another magnificent road which weaves its way through southland Beech forest. Cool dense oxygen rich air – just what the doctor ordered for a 70's 2-stroke! A stop for petrol at Springs Junction and on to the Lewis Pass.

It was as good as I remembered it from 2010; a snaking road through great scenery with only the odd tin-top and mobile chicane to impede progress. Once the pass is crested the temperature lifts and the surroundings gradually turn brown and dry. We stopped at Culverden for petrol and lunch in the shade. Noticeably warmer on the East coast.



From Culverden we followed the inland road to Kaikoura. This road is an interesting mix of open and tight corners. We slowly spread out and towards the end we passed Barry and others parked on the side of the road. Carried on assuming they would catch up. Turned out the A7 had holed a piston. With the necessary alterations made he continued, now riding a single cylinder 175 A7.


We stayed at Barnacle Bill’s self-contained accommodation on the outskirts of Kaikoura. An immaculately presented cottage and lodge with plenty of room for the bikes and the 14 of us and excellent value at $40 per head. Liz (the owner) was most helpful and made the large garage and workshop available to Barry to work on the A7. 

Now most of us might be a little daunted at the prospect of a holed piston and 200 km to ride home. Not a problem if you’ve brought a spare piston with you (note to self) along with two engineers and a toolmaker. Barrel off, piston changed, problem sorted – different sized jets in the carbs being the culprit. Barry assured us it was nothing to do with riding it in Grand Prix mode for most of the trip!




That night we were ferried into town to The Whaler pub for a night of drinking, eating, telling lies and great hilarity. Back at the cottage we polished off our supply of grog, then called it a night.




Next morning we packed and went into town in groups for breakfast, and eventually headed up the coast. More traffic than the West Coast but equally beautiful scenery and we maintained a steady pace to reach Blenheim with plenty of time to spare. Rich went out to the aerodrome to check out the WW1 fighter collection and we parked up for a coffee, then on to Picton. Here we caught up with Terry who was having ignition barrel problems causing the bike to cut out intermittently. Temporary repairs were made with cable ties and electrical tape, which managed to see him home.




The crossing home was on the Kaitaki and in much calmer seas. This is a spacious and comfortable ship and we were very lucky to be given a tour of the engine room by Bruce and Barry, both senior Engineers with Interislander. Four straight 8 turbo-charged, intercooled diesels that are 2 floors high, two in a line driving two shafts to variable pitch propellers. Everything on a huge scale and hot and noisy, it would be a challenging working environment in rough seas. The engine room of a ship is somewhere most people never get to see, so a big thank you to Bruce and Barry.


Bruce and Barry gave us a guided tour of the ferry. Absolutely amazing and can get a small idea at how knowledgeable these guys are and what they do to keep the ferry running 24/7





We exited the Wellington terminal straight into rush hour traffic. This flowed quite well until reaching Pukerua Bay, and was then bumper-to-bumper until leaving Paraparaumu. The only way through was to lane split where possible and use both the left and the right sides of the road to make progress. We slowly spread out and it rained on and off. Darkness fell and I ended up following a car from Shannon letting it illuminate the way.

The only bike to have a major problem on the way home was Dion's RGV with a broken throttle cable. Fortunately only 40 mins from home. It could have been anywhere along the way, so a bit lucky really.

And that was our trip. 1389 km for the H2. More or less for others. Things learned; lights are useful – fit an H4 Halogen in place of the old candle holder (as Bruce has done with his GT750). Always carry a spare piston. Comfort is important – discomfort steals your concentration. Always have a get home plan because you never know with old bikes.

And on behalf of our group a really big Thank You to Judy, Angela, and Ross for all of their work organising this rally. This included going to Nelson early to buy and pack our breakfasts. Another successful rally enjoyed by all. Back to the North Island for next years rally.


Barry doing what he loves, tweaking bikes :)