I am Six Zero – the last post here…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 9, 2017 by bleiglass

I must realise and apologise that my last ost was back in 2015, and now its 2017.


While I am proud of every visit and comment here on my ramblings of the last 8 Seasons, I will not update this site anymore, but publish under the new URL http://www.iamsixzero.com.

Here its first post: http://www.iamsixzero.com/single-post/2017/02/03/I-am-SixZero

Thank you very much for your company, I hope to meet you again on the new site.

The awesome experience of riding to a HOG European Rally

Posted in Uncategorized on July 1, 2015 by bleiglass

I visited many Rallies, and each experience can be segmented into 4 parts:

1 – the journey to the Rally location
2 – the Party at the Rally
3 – the Parade of Harleys
4 – the journey back home

Each episode has its own dynamics, creating evocative sentiments and long lasting memories. The good thing is, if one segment fails to impress, the others are even more memorable, and you can be sure the whole package is always something you never regret to have done, and you never forget.


Living in England, the ride to and from a Rally is often a long one, 3 – 5 days each leg, and after 2 weeks and 3-4,000 miles of scenic roads on your Harley-Davidson, you are already back home. What a adventure. Lugano Switzerland, Biograd Coatia, Cascais Portugal, St Tropez in France, Rome Italy and Puerto Sherry Spain, each with its unique routes, mountain passes and hot plains to cross, and you only knew it was all over when you suddenly entered again the Eurotunnel.


Without HOG’s annual invitation, I would not have visited these places, not tasted so many local food and not made so many new friends. Most of all, I would not have done 50,000 miles on my 110th Anniversary Road King (number 0113 from 1750) from 2013.


Without HOG’s annual invitation, I would not have listened and enjoyed so many bands and artists, travelling back in time with the stars of my youth.

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You travel to Rallies with changing variety of friends, in large or small groups, with Chapter friends or others, new members and/or old personal friends.

Each new mixture contributes to the fact that visiting a HOG Rally is never boring, always a new experience, always making new friends or deepening existing friendships.


This is only possible because H.O.G. gives us a random destination we try to reach on our Harley-Davidson, with thousands of other friends from all over Europe. You meet groups early into the journey, or at the destination. You speak their language, or just raise your drink with a smile. Screw it, lets ride.


The spark did not ignite the fuel in Puerto Sherry

Posted in Uncategorized on June 27, 2015 by bleiglass

Going to the 24th European HOG Rally in Puerto Sherry was a 13 day 3,676 mile adventure with 4 friends. Down and up again through France and Spain, climbing 4 cols in the Pyrenees, the Picos de Europe in the North of Spain, visiting Oradour sur Glane, it was a trip people of my age can only remember when browsing through all the photos made during the fortnight.

Great roads, great company, good food and drinks, a really enjoyable holiday. But that will be another post on photo galleries.

More urgently, I want to add my views on the growing criticism of the HOG event in Puerto Sherry spreading in social media comments, from visitors and traders.

I had about 1,400 mile ride home where I could think of a title for this post. I visited many HD Rallies, Lugano 2010, Biograd 2011, St Tropez 2012, Cascais 2012, Rome 2013, St Tropez again in 2014, to mentions just the big ones, with SofER and Magic Bike a good 8 times.

I ended up with a very diplomatic title: “The spark did not ignite the fuel in Puerto Sherry”.

Thursday evening, Santana tribute band Tattwan playing at 21:20

Prime time Friday, Main Music Stage “Soul Mates” at 22:10

And so it was every evening. Good enjoyable bands, but no listeners, I had pity with the musicians, and it was worse on the smaller 2nd stage.

The awkward thing on Puerto Sherry was that on the one hand nearly nobody showed up on Ground Zero for the Rally, but great numbers of Harley’s showed up for the very well organised Parade on Saturday, thousands of Harley’s from all over Europe.

Thursday 18:45, outside lane for pre-paid ticket holders, inside 2 lanes for guests….

One reason among others must be the unnecessary entrance fee that had to be paid for the huge restricted area, with it 2 large live stages, traders village and custom bike show. OK, you pay for St Tropez too, and for Magic Bike, but you get something, a great atmosphere of party, food and drinks among unknown friends. But the spark did not ignite the fuel in Puerto Sherry, and riders stayed away.

One must understand, Puerto Sherry is not so much a town, its a posh marina at the outskirts of El Puerto de Santa María, and it is this marina’s car park HD owned for 4 days. Security was too tight, the only thing missing was barbed wire. No locals allowed, no bikes allowed inside, you had to park outside and walk yourself till you have blisters on your feet.

Very good first aid station

Being a marina, there are no need for hotels, Doh! Every “usual” guest comes in his yacht with its own beds, toilet, dining rooms and butlers. So there was no place for us to sleep, except 10-20 miles away in Jerez or Cadiz. OK, there was one local hotel, but this was block-booked by HD for its “Staff” and “Event Team”, you had to own a black T-Shirt with big white letters to get in. HD staff was everywhere, friendly and funny as always, and not very busy, they had a good time.


My strong advise: only hold Rallies where there are at least 2,000 customer hotel beds within 20 minutes walking distance (drunken) from the main music stage, which only then can become ground zero for thousands for the 3 nights. Otherwise the good bands will play again to a rather empty parking lot and 3 vans with a dozen of riot police standing outside not knowing why on earth they were send here to help the onsite Eulen security guards.


I like local food, but where was the food? To keep thousands of people interested, entertained, partying and happy for hours, they need good local food, drinks and seating.


All there was in the restricted zone where a dozen wobbly garden chairs near 2 stands selling stale Hot Dogs preheated 3 days ago. Not the environment to attract thousands, clearly the spark did not ignite the fuel here neither.


But not all is lost, we have St Tropez, Faaker See, SoFER (now at a new location), Magic Bike, Thunder and many more local rallies sponsored by HOG and HD, but I strongly hope the one and only annual “HOG European Rally” can quickly recover its reputation and status of being a huge party among friends, a third stale performance after Biograd and Puerto Sherry would be very bad.

The locals had to remain outside, we became the odd attraction in a cage…

In 2016 it should become again a invitation by HOG and Harley-Davidson to thank us loyal customers from their heart. Involve and invite the locals, they may well be the next new customer, and invest in those following you thousands of miles, by inviting traders at favourable conditions and bands of reputation. Do not try to squeeze the last cent out of it, sorry, but it was too obvious in Puerto Sherry.

Let the spark ignite the fuel again, I am sure they can manage that after a U-turn…


Harley 2015 model range evolution

Posted in Harley-Davidson, Uncategorized on August 29, 2014 by bleiglass

It is interesting to look into more detail in the model range evolution of Harley-Davidson. It seems there is a strong strategy behind this, with a clear differentiation between markets and models.

What happened in 2015? Lets forget about the return of the Road Glide, that was expected is is good news, but the real changes happen at the borders of the range: the small Streets and the 3 wheeler.


Europe does not get the Freewheeler in 2015. Will they ever? Hard to say, but the US is trike country, not Europe, and to promote their acceptance here, they are build and registered to be drivable (you drive them, don’t ride them) with a car license. To achieve this within the strict EU regulations, Harley-davidson had to disable the mean headlight, as “cars” are not allowed to have a central light. As usual, bureaucratic rules doe not contribute to the balance and beauty of anything, not even a trike.


The central piece is a distorting mirror of chrome, while the left and right passing lights are proper headlights.

Looking at the beautiful less bulky new Freewheeler, you quickly see the problem:


With its Fat Boy style front lights, there is no way to get a homologation in Europe to drive it with a car licence. It will be interesting to see how Harley-Davidson will solve this.

Now, is the model range 2015 the start of the death of the Sportster?


Maybe, though the so much loved Sportster 883R was already missing from the US range in 2014. But the Streets are clearly coming, and that is maybe good news. While their launch in Europe is gradual, first Street 750 only in continental Europe, then hopefully soon the UK), I fear the days of some Sportster models are counted. So get the best commuter Harley-Davidson now – the 883 Roadster may soon be gone…

The 883R was displayed at the Nashville dealers meeting, photo by Garry Knowles



71ºN – Nordkapp

Posted in Uncategorized on August 17, 2014 by bleiglass

I am so sorry, I really neglect this blog, but let me quickly report about my second BIG ride of the year 2014, the ride up to Nordkapp. The steep 1000 feet high cliff of North Cape is often (mistakenly) referred to as the northernmost point of Europe, located at 71°10′21″N 25°47′40″E, about 2,102.3 kilometres (1,306.3 mi) from the North Pole. In truth the neighbouring Knivskjellodden point, just to the west actually extends 1,457 metres (4,780 ft) farther to the north.

6 of us planned this 5,000 mile ride also as a challenge, by now raising over £6,000 for our charities. The challenge was the daily distance of ride, we like extremes, and the average was 436 miles over 11 days.  Here our cheat sheet of the ride:

nordkappblog1The photo galleries are split into 4 sections, as was the ride, 4 days getting to the Arctic Circle, 4 days above the arctic circle, and 4 days again south of the Arctic Circle getting home.

Part 1: Denmark and Sweden, with a visit to the Little Mermaid in Copenhagen

nordkappblog2Day 1 > Dunkerque (F), 113 miles, via (B) & (NL)
Day 2 > Handewitt (D), 669 miles
Day 3 > Nykoping (S), via Copenhagen (DK), 1,228 miles
Day 4 > Umea (S), 1,708 miles

See all photos here: http://hogsbackchapteruk.smugmug.com/2014/71ºN-Nordkapp-Part-1-3-6-Jul/

Part 2: was the northwards crossing of the Arctic Circle in Sweden, riding through and staying one night in Finland, and reaching Nordkapp after over 2,400 miles on Day 6. We had exceptional sunny weather all the way, except for 1 day when heavy fog hit Nordkapp, so our most important picture around the globe and the midnight sun in the background is a bit blurred.







Day 5 > Enontekio (FIN), 2,129 miles
Day 6 > Nordkapp (N), 2,421 milestone

See all photos here: http://hogsbackchapteruk.smugmug.com/2014/71ºN-Nordkapp-Part-2-7-8-Jul/

Part 3 & 4 were the most beautiful and scenic streches of the ride, down the coast of Norway.


Day 7 > Tromso (N), 2,831 miles
Day 8 > Rokland (N), 3,148 miles

See all photos here: http://hogsbackchapteruk.smugmug.com/2014/71ºN-Nordkapp-Part-3-9-10-Jul/

And once through the Artcic Circle southwards, one started to feel the approaching end of a truly epic ride.

Nordkapp 4a


Day 9 > Trondheim (N), 3,573 miles
Day 10 > Oslo (ferry), 3,887 miles
Day 11 > Ladbergen (D), 4,326 miles
Day 12 > back home, 4,802 miles

See all photos here: http://hogsbackchapteruk.smugmug.com/2014/71ºN-Nordkapp-Part-4-11-14/

I will soon post a more detailed report, written by the birthday kid Robin. Turning 60, riding to the Nordkapp was the most urgent thing to get off his Bucket List.

71ºN – Nordkapp

Riding a Harley-Davidson through Morocco – Part 3 of 3

Posted in Harley-Davidson, Road King with tags , , on April 24, 2014 by bleiglass

continued from Part 2

As the ride to Fez did drain a lot of our energy, most were looking forward to a gentle bimble on N roads along the coast back to Ceuta. But it took us 7 hours for the first 150 miles, R509 & P4115, stunning scenery enjoyed at a average of about 20 mph between potholes. In Morocco, there is one simple truth: the nicer the scenery, the worse the roads. It felt like 80 miles of off-road riding, and once more I was impressed how well our Harley-Davidson took the punishment. The leading BMW was clearly in its elements.

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Also on this day 8 my patience as backmarker was tested, but you need to understand how worrying it can be if you are the last rider without a chance to catch up and no friendly rider behind you to help in case of a emergency.

Only few question the value of a backmarker, and these are most often those who try to ride at the front of the peloton. But if you have a bad day, when you left your mojo in the hotel, you are happy not to be alone. I think what kept us going at the back was also the knowledge that we would return into our comfort zone soon, that dinner would be paid for in Euro and not Dirham, in Spain.


The ride along the coast on the N16 was a dream, if only all of Morocco could have this road quality. It seemed that all roads from and to the northerly tip of Morocco, Spain’s Ceuta, were of high quality, and within 2 hours we covered the remaining 150 miles and were back where we started: the dreadful border crossing.


Getting out through border controls was as chaotic as getting in, but once you were through the last barbed wire and entered the streets of Ceuta, it seemed a switch was flipped and you rode at Star Trek Warp-speed into a different world. The EU suddenly looked very appealing.


It was a good choice to spend the last night in Africa on spanish soil, as the few last miles to the ferry to Europe could be done without riding through mayhem. However, it took us the best part of dinner to understand to what time our alarm clocks should be set.


Be at the ferry at 6:30 menat check-out at 6am. That was easy math, but what time was it now? Morocco (and our heads) were on UK time, in Spain it was 1 hour later. But then all clocks changed to stupid summertime that night, and thats when the confusion started, coupled with the worry that iPhone and iPads may not adjust automatically. To cut it short, we all had our little tricks and hedges and made it in time to leave the African continent – for some after just 4 hours of sleep.

Sunrise near Gibraltar

3 days later, after spending again 24 hours on a ferry, we were back home in the UK.


At many stages during this trip I said: “Never again”, today I prefer to say: “Never say never again”. It was a exceptional adventure, with a kaleidoscope of emotions, at times extreme for machines, riders and our pillion.

Looking back, we were ill prepared, at stages borderline naive, and luck was clearly on our side more then once. However such a expedition is the only way to learn, to be able to improve. The motto of the Sons of Democracy is: “making it up as we go along”, and that works well if you have the RAC one phone call away, so here some things I would consider next time my ride ventures so deeply into the unknown:


– consider having a service van following the group. It does not need to be a fully equipped H-D workshop, but have a bit more then just a spanner and duck tape in the tool box. Fuel canisters would add to the riders peace of mind, and of course a fridge with cooled drinks…. and a BBQ, maybe a bed.

– understand the altitudes you visit and local weather patterns

– know exactly where you can get your bike repaired. I regret not having visited Harley-Davidson in Casablanca for a chat, ABC photo and a T-shirt

– if you have to guess about road quality, plan shorter rides (max 250 miles), some free or a half day rides, which would have been nice in Casablanca, and have the discipline to stop more frequently for photos

– do not start nor finish your ride with a 24 hour boat trip between Portsmouth and Spain. It drains your energy, as the only nice part is the excellent 2 hour dinner on the Cap Finistere. Otherwise consider the Eurotunnel, ride to the end of France, stay in nice hotel, and join the seasick sailors at the end of the next day. Below is a calculation showing that it does not cost more and does not take more time. It only adds some time on your motorcycle, and that is why we ride.


A splinter group of SoD went to Morocco on BMWs they rented in the south of Spain, here a link to their ride report. Gary comes to the conclusion it would be best to fly to Morocco, and rent bikes then and there. A safe option, convenient, saving time and avoiding the border mayhem. This said, I have never flown to Casablanca and sometimes even Heathrow 5 can be a challenge to survive.

While rentals are a great option to explore distant places, riding your own bike has its emotional merits. Within a 3000 mile radius from home, I would feel cheating strapping my bike on a boat or truck, and there has to be good reasons for leaving it at home to enjoy the ride on a rental. But as many of us do not have the time, patience or butt, and the prices for flights are very low, the options offered today to ride at distant destinations are worth exploring.

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In July, I will ride with 5 friends to Nordkapp (N71 10.240 E25 47.032), 5,000 miles in 10 days, and I think with this adventure I may well have reached my personal limit of endurance. This year, I will then have travelled from the southerly latitude of N30 degrees (Ouarzazate) to N71 degrees (Nordkapp), which is above the arctic circle (N66 33” 44’).


Riding a Harley-Davidson through Morocco – Part 2 of 3

Posted in Harley-Davidson, Road King with tags , , on April 23, 2014 by bleiglass

continued form Part 1

It is not normal to ride with a Harley-Davidson through Morocco, it is special. While none of the H-D CEO’s during Harley’s 110 year history had Morocco’s infrastructure in mind when designing their Milwaukee metal, these overweight V2’s are so robust that its a special experience to navigate them through Morocco.

We were 9 bikes, 7 Harley-Davidson, a BMW and a Triumph, and only 2 bikes had minor technical problems, the BMW battery was flat one morning, and the bone crushing roads won over the left rear mirror of the Triumph. We saw many heavy motorcycle groups looking for the same adventure as we did, none had a Harley-Davidson with them. BMW and Triumph are the safe but boring bikes of choice, I say boring because they are the safer bet, and they sound like washing machines.

One essential item the other groups had, and I may not go back to Morocco without it, was the luxury of a service vehicle following in safe distance. Not only would a mechanic jump out of the truck to replace your flat tyre, but he would also have a cold drink for you while you waited.


We encountered really bad roads, and rode through numerous riverbeds, as donkeys do not need bridges. You constantly ask yourself the question: what do you do if you now have a ruptured tyre or broken drivebelt. Your options are very limited if you do not get it fixed yourself, and the chances are high that due to a puncture you end up in a 8 seater Benz taxi, flying home and never see your bike again.


Day 6 was my Ride Captain day, and the honour was to lead the group from Casablanca to Ouarzazate. Using no motorways and few N roads, we quickly immersed into the real Morocco. Casablanca was a big city with crazy traffic, but if you feel comfortable to ride in Paris, Tokyo or Rome, its not traumatic, and my fellow riders followed my advise: stay very close together, move like one unit. 9 bikes bundled together are smaller then a big lorry, and cars do not drive into lorries just because they are long. Cars push and squeeze in-between bikes if they feel they have the space, but if you do not provide such space and ride with your mates as one confident unit, you have a chance to get out. Safety in numbers, nature shows it to us every day. Remember: in the traffic of big cities, no prisoners are taken.


The sound of a Harley-Davidson, tuned to perfection by Vance & Hines pipes, has for some only one meaning: Born in the USA. And in a deeply islamic country like Morocco, that is not always the right tune to play.


Leaving Casablanca we had a wannabe suicide bomber walking to us through the traffic, shouting insults and waving his fist in our direction, making it clear he did not approve of our presence. Bystanders looked indifferent, and we would have had a mob of hundreds following us should we have reacted in any way more threatening. So we sat there, listening with indifferent expression to our iPod and waited eagerly for the red light to turn green, always ready to jump the red light should that fanatic get a step closer.


When riding through towns and market places, many bystanders waved at us, kids encouraged us the rev up the engine, but you were never sure which one shouted: “Welcome to my town” and which one wished us “Death to the infidel”. This uneasy feeling was often present, and was compounded when small children smiled while throwing little stones at us.


When approaching some small villages, just dozens of houses next to a single straight road, you could see the inhabitants hearing our approach, turning their heads and children moving out of their houses towards the street in big numbers. You knew you had to keep going, as stopping would have engulfed you in the crowds with a equal amount of jewellery sales, begging, well-wishing, touching and cursing. It felt like you had to maintain a kind of Air Supremacy through noise and velocity, while at the same time you questioned yourself for watching too many Hollywood movies and were most likely just trapped between cultures in a constant misunderstanding.


I was lucky on my Day 6, we left early and reached the magnificent roads up to the 2,260m high Tizi n Tichka pass mid afternoon. It was a dry, mild and fantastic ride on twisted roads, where I started to feel real love for my H-D Road King, allowing me to chase her up and down the never ending mountain roads as I never did before. We reached Ouarzazate shortly before sundown.





I say lucky as the next day we left a tad late for a longer 380+ mile ride to Fez. The magnificent ride through the Gorges du Dadès and up the R703 was bought at a high price, as we were back on the N13 far too late. We were 120 miles away from our destination in Fez, when the snow started to fall at 1,750m altitude near Azrou. It turned dark and suddenly felt like you were in the middle of a freezing blizzard. As backmarker I could just see the red rear light of the rider in front of me, but that was it. A few miles later we reassembled and discussed our options.


Basically we split into 3 fractions: those wanting to wait in a foetal position behind a tree for the sun to shine again, those who wanted to buy the next hotel, rearrange the furniture and fly in minibars, and those who wanted to continue what we came to do, riding to Fez. With my French – thanks again for my parents to have forced me to mastered it – I could learn from the helpful locals that once we go below 1,300 meters altitude, the snow would turn into light rain, and that would be in about 12 miles north. As our real estate investors could not find a suitable hotel to buy during these 12 miles, we made it late but safe and in one group to Fez. The locals were right.


We learned it the hard way to appreciate one information from our Garmins: the altitude. Just because you are in Africa and more south then you ever were on your bike, doesn’t mean it doesn’t snow at altitudes in March.

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to be continued
In Part 3: the ride back into our comfort zone and lessons learned.