Page 14 - Shining On Newsletter - Autumn 2022
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woe and a desire to fiddle.  His intention was that since he had brought some new brake pads with him,
          his uncle would take pity and do the required fettling to bring the bike back to life.  John however was not
          to be drawn into the spider's web of mechanical woes so the free army of amateur mechanics had a riot
          as they pored over the machine.  The bike definitely was thirsty as it drank a fair amount of water, but the
          brakes were unimproved throughout the trip.  We kept clear of John when he was behind us!

                                                            The second day’s ride was a delightful run led by
                                                            French Ulysseans Enzo, Francine and John on his
                                                            VFR in his usual minesweeper role, over to the
                                                            Chamonix valley and up the side opposite to Mont
                                                            Blanc for a spectacular view of the mountain from a
                                                            lakeside stop constructed for hydroelectric purposes,
                                                            where tourists now flock on a clear day.  We dropped
                                                            into a biker café on the return with an interesting mix
                                                            of old machinery sometimes being used as the table
                                                            supports for a clear table top.  The run back to the
                                                            chalet was frustrated by a road closure requiring a
                                                            detour of about 25 kms over another hillside with yet
                                                            more hairpins.  This added sufficient time to ensure
                                                            we ran into torrential rain during the last 5 Kms.
                                                            Drenched but smiling, we arrived back and
                                                            congratulated ourselves in the bar.

                                                            That night, back in Chatel we were entertained by a
                                                            spectacular natural sound and light show coming up
                                                            the valley.  With the ample overhanging eaves on the
                                                            chalet, we could all stay outside, avoid the rain and
                                                            watch the show until we were disturbed by a
                                                            screeching noise coming from the front of the chalet.
                                                            Thinking something out of Jurassic Park had
                                                            escaped, it turns out it was a ‘dodgy’ van
                                                            overcooking the turn up the hill from the roundabout
          and going off road and flipping upside down.  Despite our best efforts to provide assistance, we were told
          by the vehicle occupants to leave and even offered money.  Clearly something amiss, the authorities
          turned up pronto, took control and even had the vehicle recovered before daylight.  That wouldn’t
          happen in the UK!!
          Day 7  - Chatel to Leysin

          Friday and time to transfer
          from Chatel and join the
          International gathering proper
          in Leysin.  As it was only an
          hour ride, we all began to think
          about ways to get there without
          getting soaked as the heavens
          had opened up again that
          morning.  I elected to leave on
          my own and backtrack to
          Montreaux first to see the
          Freddie Mercury statue on the
          lakeside.  Parking solo was a relatively easy task and I only had about 50m to walk to get in line for my
          photo opportunity.  Photos secured, I rode on to Leysin only to arrive again in torrential rain as I snaked
          up the hillside to the hotel.  This late arrival in rain was beginning to be a regular occurrence!





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