Another Day, Another hunt of a moped blog.
http://supertramping.wordpress.com/category/lands-end-to-john-ogroats-1987/
Although its not a JOGLE blog I’m interested as the writer explains he was doing it on a moped. He seems to have done a very relax trip with no planning, just a tent, sleeping-bag and him.
What is strange is that he mentions going on the M74, which being a motorway is usually off limits to mopeds. This might mean that he is using moped but means scooter, but I’m hoping it means that he just didn’t care and went on the motorway regardless.
He does spend a bit of time on Motorways but as you’ll tell from the blog, this is the 80’s and perhaps things weren’t enforced as much. The blogger also makes the journey back down, including high-lights of running out of petrol loads and doing a poo in his tent.
In fact, his final day of riding has all the excitement and ups/downs of a Dave Gorman book. I wont ruin the ending but I will recommend you have a read of his blog – it wont take long. Plus, his son has a VW van. He does mention this encounter with a Hell’s Angel in the Epilogue which shows exactly the kind of ‘spirit of the road’ that I hope we encounter on our trip.
Some fellow travellers and waysiders, whom I did exchange a few words with on the way and those who helped me, not alone made such a pilgrimage memorable, they truly restore one’s faith in the fellowship of mankind, they understood. One such person for example, was the ‘Hells Angels’ biker who saw me pushing the bike because I had run out of fuel. He slowed down and whizzed pass me, only to return with a full can of petrol. Having thanked him for his kind gesture, I asked him how much I owed him – ‘pass it on’ he said. That is something I will never forget.
I will add 1 final quote taken directly off the blog – It really does change how the whole blog comes across.
(Post Script – this trip proved the be the maiden voyage of eight such trips that continued until Dermot was 86 years old. He celebrated in 89th birthday hitch-hiking across Canada from Toronto to Edmonton, with only his trusty tent and rucksack as his companions.)