Galloway
For 2014 we decided to re visit Galloway
as we had unfinished business on the Dalvine pass (A702).
When we were there
in 2012, we had 4 rain filled days somewhat spoiling the twisty roads promised
by magazines and internet site, so we planned to return. To save some money we
only did a 3 night trip which gave us 2 full days in Galloway.
We set off on
a hot sunny afternoon, but an hour late as Col had an issue getting his pants
into his luggage bag, we had arranged to meet Rich up on Junction 38 of the
motorway by the lake district and we made good time reaching him. We refueled at
the next services on the motorway, heading off Scotland bound. After about 40
minutes I realized I still had 1 more gear to go and had been running in 5th
gear since the last fill up. We had to stop once more for fuel and that had cost
me £1 more than Col on the same bike.
We arrived at
The
Buccleuch Arms in Moffat and was met by John who showed us to the bike
garages. We unloaded checked in and enjoyed our first taste of Innis and Gunn
beer (Recommended).
The following day we got up to a dry sunny day, the
sky had a few big dark grey clouds lingering around but it looked mostly dry.
Waterproofs strapped to the back seats just incase we set off straight to the
Dalvine Pass. We decided
"lets just do what we came for while its
dry!".
The road out of Moffat (A701) is a good warm up with plenty of
twists to get you started. We then turned onto the pass which starts under a
motorway bridge. We stopped under the bridge, reving the bikes making them sound
sporty as the noise echoed and bounced off the bridges walls while we cam'ed
up.
We pulled out into sunshine, and headed for the hills. The scenery here
is beautiful, but the road didn't give you time to see much as the ribbon of
tarmac was smooth, dry and twisty. Col and Jon passed me as the road became damp
and the pace was a little more careful.
We head west and down the valley
eventually joining the A76 and turned right up to the next road that took us
back towards Abington. This road was similar to the pass through the lake
district, with a Welshmans fantasy having lots of sheep on every corner. They
were even waiting for a bus!
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| Locals waiting for the
bus! |
We got to Abington and decide its was coffee
time, so found a truck stop for a brew. Rich is not big on road signs and this
became obvious when stopped here.
We set off in the direction of New Cummnock
and joined the B741, definately the worse road of the trip. On the map it looked
nice and twisty and scenic in reality its a patchwork of poorly filled pot
holes, we were pleased to see the end of that section of road at Dalmellington
and joined the A713, which was a little bit better but still had poor tarmac. We
stopped for a chat along side Loch Much and noticed that we were in Ayr, the
Tarmac for Galloway started only a few metres away and it was perfect.

We
crossed the boarder, hungry so found a place for dinner in a village called
Carsphairn. We set off and as about a dozen guys on BMW touring style bikes went
past so tagged onto the back of them. 10 minutes later i cornered to find one of
them had come off around a bend and was in the ditch at the side of the road.
Two of his mates had pulled in just infront of him so we stopped to check all
was ok. His bike seemed to be mostly covered in dirt and the guy was a bit dazed
but no serious injuries were obvious so we carried on on way.
We headed back
along tha A712 to Dumfries and then back to Moffat. We had been lucky with the
weather only encountering a few damp roads and dodged the rain all
day.
The following day we decided to visit Caerlaverock Castle after
seeing it in a magazine in the hotel. We headed off via the Dalveen pass and hit
some heavy rain so stopped to shelter under the motorway bridge. The sky was
blue over the pass so as soon as the rain cloud had passed we set off riding
through some prettys damp conditions but fun was still had. We rode down through
Dumfries and down alongside the river Nith eventually arriving at the castle
bathed in hot sunshine. We stopped for a coffee before having a look around and
then using the castle which made a stunning backdrop for some photo's.
We headed back the way we had came, the
weather now was with us, we turned onto the A702, stopped at the bottom and
prepared for a dry run.
I had the camera on the bike, so sent Jon 1st, then
Col, Rich and me at the back hoping to get some good footage of the bikes
leaning one after the other into the corners.

We got to
the best bit just at the bottom of the climb over the mountain, I saw Col pull
out to pass Jon and thought I am going too. I knocked it into 2nd and opened the
throttle, my bike kicked into action and 170 horses all sprang into life, Col
was now passing Jon. I quickly passed Rich and caught Jon at the next bend, out
of the bend I could hear the GSXR's exhaust wailing as he tried to keep infront
but my Fireblade was in a gear lower giving me the run on him, the next corner
approached and I followed him around opening the throttle slightly earlier and
got past. Col was now 50 metres ahead, I hung onto the gears catching a metre
here and there until the unwelcome damp roads stopped our fun about three
quarters of the way up. We slowed to a more suitable pace for the conditions
stopping at the bridge with big grins and heroic stories.
We decided we had
still time to go to St. Marys Loch, for a coffee and another great photo
opportunity. The wet weather was catching us, so we split up. Col wanted to go
back to the hotel, the rest of us wanter to pass the Beeftub along the A701
another cracking bit of road. Col left us and we carried on. The A701 was fun
the corners are all open and easy to read we were getting some good lean angles
along there until we caught up with some traffic. Jon was at the front but
passed the Beeftub layby so Rich and me pulled in for a look. After a few
minutes we carried on back towards the hotel and the rain started. I absolutely
hammered it down. I dont think I have ridden in rain that hard since the first
trip to Germany. It lasted all of 5 minutes but the water was dripping inside
your boots and i could feel my toes getting wet.
We arrived at the hotel, it
was hot and had missed the rain so we put the bikes away, hung the leathers in
the shed and went to find our evenings entertainment.
Jon told us the next day he needed to get
moving early as he was doing a night shift at work when we got back!
9am the
bikes were loaded and ready to roll, Col sat on his bike but the rear tyre was
flat, but not totally so we went to the petrol station filled up with air and
fuel and set off to the motorway and the 1st services. Cols tyre was holding up,
loosing 5lb pressure here and there but we got back just in time for a last 10
minute soaking. Cols tyre had started to degrade having lots of tiny splits
around the centre for about half the circumfrence. Rich's front tyre is now done
and needs replacing. Jon's and My bikes both went good.
Fuel
wise. Rich's ZX6R was cheapest to takeMy Fireblade was
next (apart from the 1 section of motorway where it was in 5th
gear)Jon was nextCol seemed to be putting a minimum of 50p
- a maximum £1 more than me on most fill ups. All in all it was a
good few days, I wouldn't have been the same without you guys, thanks and see
you next time : )