All posts by Richard White

October 2016

From the Editor

Well we had an EGM, I unfortunately, like a lot of the club was on holiday, Mallorca in my case (very warm it was too), as a result I missed the proceedings and thus this report is second and third hand. So as I understand it, the Bike Night in its current form has a limited life, in fact as far as the BMR is concerned it is dead. This is not to say that there will not be a bike night next year just that it will be organised independent of the BMR.

Also as an outcome from the EGM our Treasurer has resigned from the role and from the committee along with his lady wife. It is a sad time when two people as committed to the club as both Andy and Jane are, choose to resign from the committee.

We owe Andy and Jane a debt of gratitude for their work on the committee,also Andy for keeping the books in order and his long spell writing the newsletter. Thank you Andy and Jane, you will be missed.

We now have a new treasurer, Mark Woods and a new secretary Dave Tuley. Let us welcome them to these roles and wish them luck in their endeavours.

Have you ever looked back at when you started motorcycling, they were years tinged with a rosy glow, weren’t they. Well maybe not.

I was recently reading some old Motorcycle Sport magazines I came across. The editorial for October 1970 made for interesting reading, It was on the subject of the things that the writer felt the British motorcycle industry needed to do, to stop it’s approaching demise which was plain for all to see. The main part of his editorial was aimed at the 50-120cc range (bread and butter commuter machines), my recollection of the period was that the British motorcycle industry had few offers for the motorcyclist in this area, the NVT Easy Rider, the Ariel 3, Tiger Cub and the BSA Bantam, I am sure there were others, but few that I would want to ride let alone commute on. At the time the Japanese were offering a variety of machines from 50cc to 125cc from all of the companies we know so well now, even the Italians were in the commuter market.

The writer continued to say that there was a need for “Adequate reliability and life”, “reasonable flexibility, bottom and middle end torque” and that cost should not be allowed to escalate, these were all aspects of the new wave of Japanese machines. He went on to comment on the future and I quote again,”The end of the piston engine as we know it is in sight” (46years on and it is still here), he goes on to discount steam and electric(oops), and suggest that a two stroke or diesel Wankel might be the way forward. Electric may be the way forward but not until I can ride down to the south coast, hop on a ferry and on to the south of France without enforced stops to recharge batteries every 50 to 100 miles, it will not be for me.

Some interesting items are to be found in the editorial, in 1969 37,250 British bikes were sold to the U.S. in the same period Honda sold 112,000 CB250s to the U.S. BSA had an 8 valve OHC 4 stroke twin in development (too big for the commuter/learner and too small for the enthusiast), Belfast university were developing a rotary valved 2 stroke (anyone remember the QUB racers).

Reading 1970s magazines reminds me of the current attitudes to Chinese machines, not a lot unlike the 70s views on Japanese machinery, how much of your BMW has come from a Chinese factory or your Triumph even? At the moment the Chinese machines are crude and a bit rough, but they are also half the price of a Japanese equivalent, watch out when they get the quality up to standard.

I wonder if Triumph will ever consider a small machine a scooter even, something aimed squarely at the commuter market, it could even be made in Thailand like a lot of other Triumphs. You know a 50cc with radical styling, something our designers are supposed to be good at.


Ride Out of the Year and silence was the response, come on folk, there must be one ride out that you enjoyed more than the others. My contact details are at the bottom of this news letter.

Christmas Toy/Charity run on 11th December is the annual Toy Run, with support for the Boston Womens Refuge, I have attached to this newsletter a copy of the Poster for this event. Please feel free to pass it on. There follows some guide lines from our chairman for the donations to these two charities.

Xmas Run Notes

Our Annual Toy Run, now in it’s 9th year, delivers toys and gifts to both Pilgrim Hospital and the Boston Womens Refuge, donations may be to either, or both. Where we obviously give Toys to the Childrens Ward, the Women’s Refuge require supermarket vouchers, toys, toiletries and clothing, as in extreme cases they may only have what they stand up in!

Toys for the hospital should preferably be new, wrapped and labeled if they are for a boy or girl and the age group applicable.

Whilst not everyone can donate new items please note the clothing and toys for the Refuge must at least be clean and complete.

Donations can either be left with the club until the ride, brought on the day to the Hammer & Pincers between 09.30 and 1045, or to the Market Place for 11.45-12 noon. There will be a support car on the day to carry the presents as well as Santa in a sidecar!

Many thanks to all who donate.
Christmas Dinner at the Hammer and Pincers this is again being organised by Sandra, if you are going to come along let Sandra have your details and menu choices, Oh and the money well in advance, well at least by the 7th December. The menu is attached to this newsletter.


September 2016

From the Editor

So, it is only a short while since the last newsletter was sent out, as yours truly is due to go on his summer holiday with the good lady, I thought that I’d better get this month’s missive sent out pronto.

Brexit, what does it matter, especially to you the motorcyclist? I have heard and read loads of conflicting views, but at the end of the day I doubt that leaving the EU or indeed staying will make a blind bit of difference. My thinking is this, if as we will I hope we leave, then the regulations regarding motorcycling will be in the hands of our government, but given our proximity to Europe our bikes will share the same standards as those in Europe, Kawasaki is not going to make a special bike for the UK. Licensing and tests could change but again I doubt it, as standardisation of testing and licences would make it easier to have acceptance of our licence and thus drive across borders. What are your thoughts?

With the coming inclement weather my mind turns to the gear that I wear when the weather turns nasty, what is it that I require of my kit, waterproof and warm, it doesnt need to look pretty as long as it is waterproof and warm. Not so difficult you might think, but I have yet to find gloves or trousers that fit the bill. I have a Spada camo jacket, and some TCX boots both of which I have confidence in. The only way I can keep my legs and nether regions dry is to use cheap over trousers, as for my hands I just take two or three pairs with me as I cannot seem to find good ones. Strange that most of the gear that I have tried is claimed by the manufacturers to be waterproof, unfortunately, me getting wet, is apparently not a failing in their product, Hmmm. So what have you found that works, or do you just stay home when it rains?

Ride Out of the Year O.K. girls and boys, which of the many rides out that you attended did you consider to be the best and why? Your answers will likely impact the type of rides that we try to arrange for next year. Of course you can always lead a ride your self, you do not have to be a committee member to lead a ride. We can always use new ideas for places to go, not just on a Tuesday evening but during the week for those of us who are retired or have a day off or even at the weekend.

Winter means that we do not have rides out on a Tuesday evening, but we meet up in the Hammer and Pincers for a chat, drink or on occasion to take part in some minor tom foolery, a quiz, a talk on drainage, or other things suitable to do in a pub. So if you have an idea of some thing that might interest, educate or amuse a few bikers, don’t keep it to your self let us know, better yet come and show us.

Tue 16th August – The Splash (clunker 2)

The Splash at little Cawthorpe situated in the Wolds, the run led by Dave T passed through some great vistas, and along one of my all time favourite roads, the Blue Stone Heath. The run was intended to be at a pace suited to the small and old bikes that some club members have, also for the learners on 125’s. Yours truly dragged the cover off of the chariot (my gt550 outfit ). thinking that it would be just the ticket, Well folks I can tell you that a 125 on a twisty road is easier than a sidecar, especially one with limited ballast, a 4 stone weight and Teddy bear. Interestingly I had a comment that it was nice to have a run at that pace. The destination as always was busy and well worth the fight with my chariot. Thank you Dave.

Tues 9th August – A not the Red Lion run.

The previous week we had passed the Finch Hatton Arms, and as I had still little idea of where to take the club on this run, I accepted providences suggestion and set to looking at the map. I finally set the route along some of the roads that I enjoy, in the hope that others also did. The route in short took us to Spilsby, Horncastle, Bardney, Nocton, Scopwick, Ruskington and finishing at Ewerby and the Finch Hatton Arms. Where one of our number was greeted by the barmaid in the manner of the prodigal son, no it was not his wife.

Sun 31st July – Bar-b-Q at Whittlesea

This run was led by Paul T using a route set by our chairman, who it would seem was trying to avoid the A17 when going to Sutton Bridge, almost succeeded only a couple hundred yards was used, there seems to be no other way to cross the river Welland. This of course meant that we were on some singularly interesting roads.

Though the best example of poor road structure was the section that our leader added at the end of the run leading into Whittlesea. The Bar-b-cue cum bike show was certainly worth the ride if only for the burgers, the best I have had in a long time. A great day was had.


Wishing Well Rideout 26th July

wisshingwell001The 26th July arrived, time to try the ride out to the Wishing Well at Dyke a second time, after being rained off for the first 3 of my rides out! Surprisingly it wasn’t raining this time, and 9 bikes and riders gathered on the car park. I had varied the run in a few places, 51 miles across the wilds of Lincolnshire, my main concern was to get Kev there before the kitchens closed, as my sat nav originally gave an arrival time of 9.30pm!

The Old Nags Head Edale Ride Out Sunday 17th July

edale001Cracking ride out to the Old Nags Head Edale! 7 bikes and 8 people, including Nick on a Harley from the Lincs Riders Club, and 2 new club members on their first club ride out. We left the Hammer & Pincers @ 0930, coffee break at the Forest Corner Cafe in Ollerton, despite my misunderstanding instructions resulting in Paul, Sandra & Nick carrying on for a few miles before returning!  On through Chesterfield to the Peak District, Curbar Edge, Stanage Edge for a couple of photos, then to Hope and the Old Nags Head in Edale for lunch.  Return trip was by Baslow, (Paul Taylor branching out on his own again!), Chatsworth, Eyam, cross country to Mansfield, Pub break as Mick and Paul stopped for a chat, then the backroads to Newark and home.  200 miles in the sunshine!


Lincolnshire the other way

What seems to becoming an annual event, the ride around the boarder of Lincolnshire gained a rider list of eight club members to start, but as also seems to be the case we have less at the finish. This year saw the rain start as we set off along John Adams Way, and stay with us until just before our lunch stop at Susworth. This year we headed clockwise, taking in the southern boundary first during which the rain was persistant, making our first stop at the OK diner at South Witham, where we left the staff with a health and safety problem, puddles on the floor, no not that kind, water from our waterproofs, bless them they took it all in their stride. Breakfast taken care of, we set off reluctantly as it was now slinging it down, so much so that our first leaver, decided that not being able to see very well meant that he could not continue, so he headed home. The rain stayed with us until just before the Lunch stop at Susworth. The bikes were draped in wet wet weather gear whilst we had a bit of lunch, it was at this point that Mark informed us that a date with a collar and tie oh, and his lady meant that he was leaving the run also. This resulted in s serious amount of chelp being heaped upon him. Soon after leaving the lunch stop, Paul discovered that his BMW was bitching about insufficient air in the back tyre, If I recall correctly he was down to about twenty psi by the time we found some where to replace the lost air. By the time we got round to Skegness we were all dried out and ready for ice cream and do-nuts having enjoyed some of the better roads of the trip, but being aware that the worst was yet to come. And it was, the last seven miles had some of the muckiest and wettest roads we rode, the local council can be proud, I ended the run with wet feet again. Would I do it another time? You know I might just.

SuperSausage Run

At 09:30 three intrepid riders set off from the Hammer and Pincers, irrespective of what the weather forecast thought might happen. The ride was highlighted by the amount of rain, though it would be wrong to say it only rained, just a lot of the time. It has also been seen that our chairmans Harley does go out in the rain and indeed gets mucky, I mean a Harley! The SuperSausage cafe was packed, a queue for food and hope that a table was available once the order was taken,this seemed to work, helped in no small part by the staff clearing plates as soon as empty. The breakfast was plentiful and good, yours truly failed in his attempt to eat it all.

July 2016

Bike Night

Well it seemed busy from where I was mostly at the control point, mostly I say as it takes but a little time for me to become stir crazy (10 minutes on average). I was stopped on a number of occasions by visitors and bikers, offering their congratulations on an excellent night. So to all you boys and girls that got stuck in and donned the yellow jacket of stewardship, Thank you, without you it could not happen. I shall add more detail in the next newsletter as I will doubtless get more feedback. If you have a tale to tell of goings on during the bike night please let me know.

Press release by the Chairman.

Boston Bike Night 2016

Didn’t we do well again!! The 20th Boston Bike Night, our annual celebration of everything on 2 or 3 wheels, turned out to be another cracking Boston Bike Night, the weather behaved, a great turnout of bikes, the whole town centre was full, I don’t think we could accommodate many more! Thank you for your support, and also thank you to the the general public, who turned out in their thousands to see the spectacle, probably more than we’ve ever had before! It was great to see people from all communities in the town enjoying themselves together. I also had the pleasure of escorting the Mayor of Boston, Councillor Stephen Woodliffe through the town centre, who thoroughly enjoyed seeing the event for the first time. Special thanks must be made to all of our sponsors, without whom the Bike Night would not be possible:

A Plant Branded Biker Costa Coffee Fenland Fastenings

Greggs NCP Car Parks Newflame Pescod Square

Silt Side Services Snak Shak Sportsbikeshop Tates Fish Shop

TFM Supplies.

Not forgetting of course, Boston Borough Council (Stephanie Beecher, Alexis Hall & Christina West) and Lincoln County Council Highways (Helen Ratcliffe & Martyn Allen).

Days gone by

In my last editorial I started a ramble through my early bike history, so I thought for your amusement I would relate an episode from that earlier time.

I acquired a Lambretta LD 150, I know, but it had 2 wheels and that was all that mattered, as it happened it had little else, aside from the minimum bits required to ride it. It was a project, non runner when I got it. I learnt a lot from that little machine, shaft drive, did you know? It had a very low compression ratio, so low in fact that I ran it on paraffin and oil mix, it stank something rotten and smoked like a kna%$ered diesel, well, I was a student then. After many trips to the library and much quizzing of father, no internet then, I gathered enough information to get the beast running.

A test ride was in order, so with my good friend Chris following on his J100, yes another lambretta, we set off. A little back ground, I lived at the time in a place called South Witham, some of you may know of it, it is just off the A1, and one of its roads was the original Great North Road. To continue. Chris and I scooted along the little narrow road at the top of the estate, and at some point having hit about 25mph, not bad on paraffin, I yelled to Chris “ look no brakes!” as I used my boots to stop, this just in time for some old guy to loom in front of me and berate me for the tow-rag I doubtless was. I thought no more of this episode until the summons to appear landed on the mat. My fathers mat, he was not amused, the estate we lived on was populated service personnel who took a dim view of these antics and the old guy was an off duty copper. So the summons read along the lines of, riding a dangerous vehicle on the Great North road whilst not in possession of a licence or road tax. Like was said, I probably was a tow-rag.

My request for your thoughts comments on your bike history got a response fron Andy who sent me the following.

A Carrott, the early days.

I started riding 40 years ago. 1976. My heroes – Barry Sheene racing in GPs (and crashing), Evel Knievel jumping over buses (and crashing) and the man McQueen on TV every Christmas escaping from the Krauts (and crashing). I rode my schoolmate’s moped around a garden and didn’t crash. Clearly I was gifted and there was only one thing to do. Pester my parents for a bike. On my 17th birthday I got a 125 Honda. Within days I hit the kerb and fell off and had also been stopped by the Police. Within weeks I had run into the back of a car. I survived a few more months. Clearly there was only one thing to do. Pester my parents for a bigger bike. A CB200 came along with its cable operated disc brake and a knackered plug thread that would blow the plug out like a mini mortar and have me searching in the verge for the plug and plug cap. Monkey boots (remember them?), unlined nylon bomber jacket and welding gauntlets completed the ensemble. Those were the days!?