It really began in 1993.
My mate at work was a late starter to enjoy the independence of two wheels but at least he got it right. His choice was a Honda 90. About every 18 months or so he would buy a new one. A few hundred quid and his old bike and he and his dealer were both suited. I suggested to him that the next time he bought a new one, tell me and we would buy two together and maybe save a few bob. The reason for this was that it was a milestone in my birthday calender (50) I also suggested
"How do you fancy a trip to the North cape?"
"Where's that?" was the reply.
"Oh somewhere at the top of Norway" A few minutes deliberation and
"Aye lad, Aw reet"
He was no stranger to traveling further afield than round the block having already done France and the Pyrenees on his '90.
So we had about a year to plan something. I wanted to go after most of the snow had gone and before the onset of hoards of Mosquitos. So we settled on May 1994.I took care of the route etc and my mate contacted Childline and we raised a quid or two for them.
We put two secondhand seats on the bikes and carried an extra 5 litres of gas each. We also took extra rear tyres, just in case.
My mate organized a guess the mileage competition and we had a stand at the BMF show before departure.
Colorline donated our ferry tickets for free which turned out to be the only freebie that we managed to acquire.
So the day of departure had arrived. I had been to much of Europe before but never on a 90.
We left Barnoldswick and caught the ferry from Newcastle to Stavanger in Norway.
The Mayor of Pendle checking my Mileometer for verification of the guess the mileage competition.
At the ferry port.
Leaving Tyneside.
Arriving Stavanger.
First coffee break. It was so peaceful. Really back to nature.