Discussion in 'Street and Performance Bikes' started by alvaro84, Jul 8, 2010.
Those mountains look a bit like the Appalachians not far from where I grew up...
Beautiful! Reminds me of the Alps where my Ma grew up.
Sadly, I am getting ready to sell my motorcycle or trade it for a large 50s sedan or wagon to haul the family around. The former would be more practical, every dime going to pay off some accumulated debt, the latter my emotional choice. Have a bead on a '51 Cadillac...
I will surely miss the time I rode through the Appalachians of West Virginia - amazing scenery combined with great twisties during an adventure for all time - I will miss riding but have to consider my family in one way or another.
Yup , everyone knows that a "large 50s sedan " is the perfect family truckster. You may NOT have to work on it every weekend , but you WILL have to fuel it up often.
They just don't build 'em like they used to. Thank God.
Our 'adventures' became quite short range lately. It's just another way to save gas, after all... But at least we explore our closer neighbourhood. Now we mostly ride to hike, or hike without a ride. But at least this way I can really upload pictures of Hungary and don't have to say anything when someone say they'd like to do trips in Hungary. So this time it won't be Austria, won't be Slovenia, nor Poland: these pictures are inside a ~40km radius from here.
I think I start with the closest: it's our very lake. I took the picture from our very trail, ~200m from home:
A few different take of the same lake, from different hills around:
Grazing flock at Bakonycsernye, a nearby village:
The edge of the plateau of Tés:
Some autumn flowers:
Now I make a sport of going as far from home as I can maintaining the visibility. Our house can be (or should be) seen on these pictures. Sometimes it's sub-pixel sized so don't look for it too hard
On the last picture even I couldn't find it, next time I'll take the 300mm pipe with me It was taken from the top of this 'gazebo':
It's on the top of the second highest point of the county, which is at the other side of the big valley that divides two mountain ranges. We're on the Bakony side, while this concrete tower is on the top of the Csóka-hegy (Jackdaw Mountain) of Vértes. Down there is the town of Bodajk, we live somewhere behind that
More hills, another lake:
Zsidó-hegy (Jew Hill) at Pázmánd:
I rarely compose people in my pictures (ok, hikers are there in the last one too), but this time I just had to:
And the same range, at the next village, with (shiNIN and) more hills and the mentioned lake:
I happened to forget to take hiking boots on this trip, so I walked all the 20km in my riding boots. I didn't enjoy that part
We've found some interesting (and edible) mushrooms on this hike, which opened a new world for us. I could upload many mushroom pictures too (which I took since then), but they would really be off topic here OTOH, it did never really bother me
On a sidenote, my camera (what I've had since the February of 2005) is acting up lately. I could even say it's outright dying. Now the auto focus is off, metering is completely dead, and even the trigger button is moody... we're on too tight budget to replace it now, but eventually I'll do. Now I guesstimate-then-correct the exposure and use manual focus, so don't expect too many caught moments or glorious bird photography :eyebrow:
Breathtaking as usual, Alvaro! I still think you should try to sell a few of your shots - they really are that good!
Too bad about the camera, but that just means eventually you'll end up with an even better one.
I agree with Sean. Great pics again! I had similiar wonky issues with my Olympus dslr. A factory reset restored it to normal. Maybe you could get lucky. I think you have a Canon. I'm sure service would be much cheaper than replacement.
Unfortunately, from what I've heard and experienced, Canon service in Hungary is simply not competent to get an AF right. Really. They can't even see (or may be reluctant to admit) if one side of a lens has totally different focus than the other. I had such a lens once, and I could only return it after a month or two of fight... It couldn't even resolve ONE megapixel on the worse side thanks to that centering problem. It was impossible not to see, yet they denied it.
I had a flash contact problem too a few years ago (I had dropped the camera when I was drunk, we were all young once ), and they had to repair it twice to get it done.
All in all, they don't even exist to me.
Other than that, thanks guys
I missed the last round when you originally posted this and again what excellent shots!
Did you purchase a new Li-Ion and rest your Canon tin an attempt to bring it back from the dead?
Is this guy defending his wife with a rifle?.. I would too
It's back to life on its own accord. Whatever I'm happy I don't have to spend on it now.
But: we've been to the new 48-hour run last weekend. Now I may have some time to write about it... so...
48 hours again: to divide the waters from the waters
This time we visited a bunch of lakes scattered around Hungary. I was preparing quite thoroughly, I guessed all the lakes from the photos the organizer uploaded (and got them right, except for one single lake ), made a preliminary road plan, and booked rooms in advance.
The run itself started from the Great Hungarian Plain, so the shortest route there would have been too fast and boring - so we planned a nice route through Slovakia and the Hungarian ranges Cserhát and Mátra before we descended to the plain, not far from our destination. The Cserhát landscape was really breathtaking and I luckily found a route with mostly good road quality (except, mostly, in the villages...)
Our host was very hospitable, told us about the lake and he even showed us an inhabited titmouse nest while we drank our welcome drinks.
The official tour began at next noon, from the gas station of the village.
Unfortunately there won't be any pictures about the first leg I really loved: I just couldn't find the way to show the beauty of a lake on the plains. But riding on the dam (this road is normally reserved for bicycles, and I'll have to cycle around the lake Tisza some time!) was great.
The next leg was boring then plain bad thanks to a planning error on my side. The event let us take different routes than the itinerary (and even re-arrange the lakes, which we did once) so I did everything to avoid a certain, alomst non-existent road. This time I overdid so we ended up in the crowded city of Debrecen...
Road 471 was better, it had even curves, which was somewhat unexpected from such a flat road. And then the next lake, another city (by the itinerary this time), then the town and hill of Tokaj - know from its wine, now I only sought for the scenery
Then another, long city (Miskolc) and the mountains of Bükk. The third lake (at Lillafüred) lies hidden in a valley. Well, not that hidden, but behind many twists on the road, especially from the other side where we left the range. There I confirmed that I'm still no good in descending twisties... it's much better uphills.
We began the next mountain range in dusk. Then it grew dark, especially in the woods, and I had to switch to high beam and keep the engine running even gliding downhills just to keep the battery from draining too quickly... it was strange and surreal in the deep darkness through the forests of the Mátra, very slowly... until the next lake, which is the highest lying natural lake in Hungary (at 507m above sea level). Of which we couldn't see a speck in the pitch black night. We were past 10pm, so it was high time to reach our next lodging. We didn't fill our bikes since the start so we panned a fuel up for the next morning - we made a guy with a CB500F marvel on the capacity of our tanks
Then came the next day. Which began with returning among the hills of Cserhát, through a different route (with legs of awful quality), to the 4th lake, at the village of Bánk:
And so it began... as we reached the Danube river we could see clouds gather around the Peaks on the other side. We reached that other side through Slovakia, and we ran into rain immediately as we got back to Hungary in the town of Esztergom. I didn't take any picture of the Palatinus lake in rain, but shot the next one, the Garancs lake which looked good even like this:
And so did the peaks of Gerecse, when the rain finally stopped:
By that time we were soaking wet, after an almost-slip on mud, a thorough watering by a car in the opposite lane, and a huge pothole (the roads are quite bad in the Gerecse too).
The next lake was in the city of Tata, then we took a short cut to the Northwest border, where the 8th one lies (the larger half belongs to Austria), leaving the Bodajk lake to the evening, because we live a mere 7km from there and planned to sleep at home.
We got the rain back before we could get there. And we rode in rain for quite a while, even though we tried to weather it at a fuel station, with some hot cafe and a late lunch from the package. Another memorable event was when shiNIN hit a dog. That animal was totally stupid and zig-zagged across the road like crazy and even hard to spot because of the rain and the traffic. I couldn't even see it until it darted through the road right before me (and a car in the other lane, makin it perform a sqeeking braking). It couldn't find peace ot the other side, but went back and forth again... right into shiNIN's footrest. Thankfully she didn't fall, hitting such a large animal can be dangerous on a bike...
Then came the lake Hévíz, the second largest thermal lake in the world. It's only lukewarm, but now it was fuming in the cold rain. I had to count the towers on the building of the bath. From that angle and state it looked six with points and a big flat one. And a packet of lightning rods
The next lake was another interesting one: It's basically a lake in a lake: this small one lies on the Tihany peninsula in the lake Balaton. I was looking for it before, now I finally found the way to the shore:
It was only drizzling by then, and the rain finally stopped soon for that day. Wet cobblestones still weren't too funny, but the sight of coney, once volcanic hills north of Balaton were worth that one slippery village. I'll surely take pictures around there later!
The we left the official path again, for that day's last lake. We arrived in dark again, answered the question in the itinerary, then rode home.
We started the third day with another nearby lake, I'm sure its pictures are somewhere in this topic (oh yes, it can be seen in the last picture of my last report). Then we headed to the Southwest part of Hungary, toward mostly unknown parts. Lowlands came it became hilly again. What's more the Somogy hills were very pretty
And the Acacia trees were blooming along the way.
Then came the artificial lake of Deseda:
And the last legs where even the main road 66 was full of twists and roller coaster-like parts, nearing and crossing the range of Mecsek, where the last 48-hour run began a year before. I tried to take a short cut the the lake Dombay, then had to turn back thanks to a road block by a big, yellow helicopter and a long queue of cars. There was an accident... Forced back to the itinarary we turned back and saw the freshly re-paved road to the town of Komló, the city of Pécs, and the last three lakes around it. The scenery was beautiful, and the roads mostly good and twisty.
And the huge satisfaction: we weren't the last ones to finish the run
After the speech and lunch and short fill to get the run's average FE we headed to a nearby village where we spent another day with a friend, climbing the highest peak of the Mecsek (Zengő, 682m|2238ft), as we'd been planning since the last such run:
And the numbers:
shiNIN + Ciliegia: 42.38l / 1530.2km = 2.77l/100km | 84.9 mpgUS
Alvaro + Teresa: 43.32l / 1521.6km = 2.85l/100km | 82.5 mpgUS
It seems that Ciliegia's taller transmission works better (read: beat me and Teresa) on roads taken with a constant speed, even under bad conditions (rain and wind). More twisty, climby and glidey legs returned basically the same FE with the two bikes.
And a few pictures from this weekend, of a very small trip nearby. We went to Tés which I mentioned in connection with a hike. Now we rode there, to see old and modern wind mills (those only grind electrons ), and a little waterfall on the creek Gaja:
I sure do like your pics!!!
Hey-love the tank art!!
I'm a big fan of horses!!!
Pretty section of the world!!
Thanks guys, time for a bikers' meet in yet another country (Czech Republic this time):
Bohemian Bikers and Bones
Having a Scarver (aka BMW F650CS, for any reader outside f650.com) myself, it was a year-old plan of mine to visit the Czech Scarver Meet. Meets at unseen to me places are always interesting, and after having to skip the last one I absolutely had to visit this one. I planned to see beautiful and interesting places on the way there, so I split the way there to two days.
We began with perfect bodings: a drained battery, going back home for a sweater, losing the sleeping bags and the tent from the back seat over the first leg... the weather was cool and windy, so everything was perfect
The first picture was born at a fuel station along the Hungarian road 81 - because of the 'nodding' oil pump:
We left our country at noon, and headed towards the Little Carpathians... through a very funny village which was called Horny Bar Then we challenged the twisties of Pezinská Baba, or Old Hag Pass of Touhou fans
In the picture above you can see a true Carpathian Forest. There was an extra red tabby cat in the parking lot on the crest, but no gazebo or anything. After a brief stop we rolled down the other side, where the town of Malacky/Malacka (meaning Piggy - we partly chose this route because of the name ) lies. We bought some food there, and headed towards Kúty and out of Slovakia. The vegetation changed a bit when we got north of the Carpathians, coniferous woods were following us along the road.
Of course we made another turn into the wrong direction at Kúty (which I had thoroughly explored via Street View before the trip ), but it could be corrected quickly so we finally arrived in the Czech Republic.
There we followed Bure's (the organizer of the meeting) advice and took a turn to the west. We went along nice hills with ruins on their tops, through the old town of Mikulov, and turned back through Pavlov and a lake dam:
We also filled up the bikes' tanks in Lednice, where I got this trip's worst tank, while shiNIN got a good one... I did windy and rainy commuting before we left on this road trip, while her bike was resting after a hot summer trip among Hungarian hills.
After this turn we returned the motorway to bypass Brno. The road was made of concrete slabs that didn't fit perfectly, jolting the bikes at every joint. Yeah, Bure was right, it wasn't that good - but it served its purpose, saved us from going into an inconveniently large city.
So we left the superslab soon, and headed towards our destination that day: a campsite at Jedovnice, via small forest roads. It was hard to navigate through the complicated Czech names on the map, which didn't even show all of the villages. If I thought I memorized the surrounding few villages, I saw a few road signs and it erased my memory, and I had to stop again to have another look at the map... this was the first time I really wished for a GPS... but I'll still try to hold on to the old school as long as I can - yes, I know I'm stubborn
It was getting already dark and cold in the woods, so it was refreshing to reach the campsite... these are some fixed points in time: the time we leave, the distance, are totally unimportant - we arrive late in the evening, no matter what
The receptionist didn't know any English nor German, but with drawing and the leftovers of my childhood Russian lessons we could place our tent and we even knew the price
We began the second day in the vicinity of the rift of Macocha, which I planned to see. See, but not to photograph, as I found that it can't be fit in the 18mm lens from the balcony on its edge. To take the picture we had to climb down a twisty trail, get through the Punkevní cave... and then, from the bottom, the camera could contain it
The road at the bottom, leading to the cave entry:
Warning! Breaking off the dripstones is strictly forbidden for evil zombies!
The cave itself was really beautiful, it was worth all the time, climb and entry fee:
We reached a branch on the water:
Then came the point where we dropped our original plans. We wanted to go on through tiny back roads, but learning from the last day's struggle I decided to take the roads 150 and 19 which were much easier to follow - and still led through nice hilly area, winding pleasantly. Along the road 19 we bumped into this stone dragon:
I don't know the exact location, and I couldn't find it after the trip, so it's a riddle for all of you
Everything changed at Havlíčkúv Brod. Traffic jam in the downtown, and the boring, almost straight, modern main road 38 after leaving. It was a pain to get past this leg, but Kutná Hora wasn't far... where a whole chapel was waiting, full of bones. A whole medieval cemetery was piled up in the ossuary hundreds of years ago, and now the carefully arranged bones stand there as a memento.
After taking a bunch of pictures at the ossuary we returned to the road 38, to finally reach our destination, the village called Provodín, and the Riders' pub Dřevenka in it. We took one more stop to get food, and while eating we saw a pack of bikers rolling along the road, some of them with Scarvers. We caught up at a gas station, and rode with them - until I took a different turn. I followed my own thinking, instincts, anything, even though I didn't have any knowledge about the place Did I say that I'm stubborn?
Well, the direction I chose was right too. The only problem was getting out of the middle of Mladá Boleslav Really, I used the bypass on the way home
But after leaving the town the road and the scenery got nicer again, forests, hills crowned with ruins, to rest our tired eyes. And the end of the road, the pub and the assembled bikers and their horses. We found Bure, gave him the Tokaji wine we brought (the bottles didn't break on the way here ), set up our tent, and went to talk and eat and drink with the others.
The pub, Dřevenka, is a very nice place anyway - the staff and the prices were really friendly, the food and the beer tasty (we drank Svyjani and Bernard), they didn't mind that the participants brought some cakes and drink too (like the plum spirits they offered to us). They didn't know much English, but it was enough to order simple things, and we had a great guide, Bure, to help us with the specialties
In the morning everyone was resting... we had a walk around (we were late from the grocery store too ), taking pictures of Provodín, the bikes, and so on...
Soon the dead were up too, and went to the nearby lake to treat their hangover. The lake in the woods looked cute, and some were crazy enough to really swim in it, though the water felt freezing - of course it wasn't, but it wasn't exactly warm either
For me it was enough to walk in knee deep...
Later at the pub we took the mandatory Scarver group pictures, and... well, other photos too (the life of the pub didn't stop just because of the Scarver meeting).
That box is for a dog:
After the group shots came the ride in the nearby hills, small villages and roads (there were some so bad ones I began to feel at home ), fields and forests... unfortunately I couldn't concentrate on the landscape enough, group rides always need a lot of attention (especially if you want to drive efficiently while keeping the formation).
But we could at Sloup! There's a sandstone rock, with a castle carved in and built on the top of it, with great view:
It seems that someone else learned it too, earlier in the history:
These sandstone rocks host another riders' pub too: I don't know the original purpose of this grotto, but it is large enough to let you drive into the pub. If you want to know how it feels to ride your bike in a cave - here you can try.
On the way there was a little accident involving some gravel and Ciliegia (shiNIN's Hyosung GV250) and now we had a footrest with a broken screw to fix. The resourceful Czech guys found a quick fix for the problem: they patched the part with piece of wood, carved with a swiss army knife Then I checked the suspicious clutch cable, and... broke it while debugging. This was the point they learned that the word 'kurva' is part of Hungarian language too But these guys helped with the cable too, and Ciliegia was ready for the road again.
Of course we just had to drink after this experience. Just gingerly, to be sober early in the morning, when we planned to leave. We wanted to get home in one day, so we took a lot of main roads and motorways, except for some picture hunting at the Pavlov area, some cute villages in Hungary, and the twisty road 82 at Csesznek, very close to where we live.
The distances were somewhere close to 400km on the first day, near 300 on the second, and around 600 on the way home. The Saturday local ride must have been like 80. No more exact numbers here, sorry...
The tanks (Teresa/BMW F650CS vs Ciliegia/Hyosung GV250):
2.99 vs 2.69l/100km (78.7 vs 87.4 US mpg): Different route, different weather, I got rain and much strong wind riding Teresa before this trip.
2.86 vs 2.74l/100km (82.2 vs 85.8 US mpg): Same route, from South Moravia to the meet and the Saturday ride.
2.76 vs 2.68l/100km (85.2 vs 87.8 US mpg): Crossing the Czech Republic on the way home, with tail wind.
2.66 vs 2.64l/100km (88.4 vs 89.1 US mpg): Crossing Slovakia and the Northwest of Hungary, and another trip before we had to fuel up the bikes.
So my little Scarver (in good hands) is still almost as efficient as a modified (a bit taller gears) 250
Nice pics, Alvaro. The ones with all the skulls reminded me of an Indiana Jones movie.
Once again you have posted some outstanding pics. They all have character with detail. Thanks Alvaro!
Our next destination was Transylvania, which today belongs to Romania. It was a very ambivalent journey... I don't even have my usual sense of humor right now. Breathtaking scenery meets poverty and the ugliest industrial ruins I know, and the campsite we were invited to lacked running water (oh, there was a river, a very cold one ) and civilized toilet... roads range from pristine to basically non-existent, a Dakar (or something like a DRZ?) would have been better at some trails that were marked as important roads on our map. Even my 28/1.8 lens' tube broke in Teresa's top case. Those roads even punctured a beer can in my luggage!
During the whole trip we often met the river Körös and its branches, beginning on the way there:
At the town of Szarvas, Hungary. This is what remained of the river here, an oxbow lake, surrounded by beautiful cypress trees.
When we met the Körös (one of its 3 branches) again, it ran in a beautiful little canyon through limestone rocks which host huge caves too:
The surroundings are really beautiful here, sometimes I almost stopped to puke rainbows instead of taking pictures:
And among these hills the village we went to:
Something is wrong. Getting closer, wou can have a look of these skeletons of Communist era industrial buildings:
Warrens in the village, from the same era:
These buildings can be found anywhere in the former Communist Block - but this particular village was even uglier, much uglier than you can see in the pictures Even the very air felt bitter because of the sight.
After finding a pension in a nearby village we could stay another day and take a ride deeper into the country, even to a village (Torockó/Rimetea) which could maintain its Hungarian majority.
The village lies in a valley between two peaks:
Our way there (through road 1 and King's Pass):
We also spent some time at the Turda Gorge, it would be worth a good walk around (around Torockó too)...
And some more pics from the way home:
It felt good to be at home again - even though it meant a lot of drowsy riding through the Great Hungarian Plain. I planned the route home to cross a lot of bridges and even met the firth of the Körös:
Alvaro w/ Teresa: 89.79, 86.68, 84.10 mpgUS
shiNIN w/ Ciliegia: 93.21, 92.22, 90.50 mpgUS
I'm totally beaten :eyebrow:
There's no replacement for (less) displacement.
Sounds like a fun trip ; great pics again.
I'm in the middle of reading a good adventure story ; Ghost Rider: Travels on The Healing Road , by Neal Peart. The man has ridden motorcycles and bicycles all over the world. I've been a big fan of his music for decades , and now I really enjoy his books.
OK. I will go ahead and ask. Did you visit Brem Castle and the Count?
Not at all, the only 'tourist spectacle' we had a look at was the Turda Gorge, which is a pair of rocks, no castle, no count. The depressing part is the run-down feeling that lingers everywhere, the lack of taste and care that shows up here and there.
(The other thing is 'hidden' in my first sentence you quoted. That single word 'today'...)
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