Clutch Cable and GPS

Clutch Cable

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Old clutch cable still in place as spare. How hard core.

Replaced still functional clutch cable because a new clutch cable feels like a whole new bike.  I left the old one in place and cable-tied the new one to it.  This means I have the old one as a spare, already in place.


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Heated grips switch sitting happily before I force the GPS live onto the middle, blue connection, and wrap the GPS neutral around a handy bolt. This image is clearly just an aide memoire for myself.

I’ve rewired the GPS so that it picks up live & earth within the fairing, behind the clocks.  It’s now on a switched live (from the heated grips switch) instead of being connected directly to the battery.  This obviously stops the risk of flattening the battery by forgetting to remove the GPS but also tidies up the battery terminals that, prior to this, had GPS, tankbag and alarm wires added to them.

Wasn’t There Something About a New Brake Master Cylinder?

2015-04-08 15.27.40Yellow blob behind the crane is a DHL van not delivering my stuff. I know the crane is yellow, too. Believe me, there is a DHL van there.

Actually yes. It was supposed to arrive on Saturday, today is Wednesday. DHL are rubbish.

Days 11 and 12 Lecco to Turin

We agreed that we needed a hotel night. Wifi was needed to update the blog and book a hotel for Grenoble next week. We also needed a change from riding and camping. We have covered 6 countries in 11 days and that is quite tiring.


After much discussion, we decided to head for Turin and we booked a B&B. We left Lecco after a hearty breakfast of veggie burgers and fried veg and decided to stay north where the roads might be good. After about an hour of sitting in traffic on congested, dull roads, we were forced to abandon this idea and set the GPS for a direct route to Turin. We bombed down the motorway for 90 minutes, covering a lot of ground in a short time at a cost of 12 euros in tolls. Again we stayed dry, for which we were very grateful.


Arriving in Turin, our first impression, of the outskirts was that this is a pretty multicultural city. The GPS did a great job in navigating through the tiny cobbled streets of the old city, directly to our accommodation.The only problem was that it was on a pedestrian shopping street and the check in did not open for another 30 minutes. Many of the B&Bs in Italy keep costs low by not having permanent reception staff. You have to inform them of your arrival time and they are there to meet you. We brazened it out, parking the bike up outside and sitting in a cafe to wait. About ten minutes later, a police bike went by and paid us no attention whatsoever. Italy is very laid back like that-made for rule breakers. Having said that, we did get a ticket in Lake Garda in 2012.


The B&B Le Due Matote is manned by Jack White`s (the rock star no the other one) better looking brother and he seemed very disappointed that we did not want to know about museums and sites to see. He was not convinced by our approach to seeing cities of wondering around and soaking up the atmosphere. He directed us to parking 2 minutes away- only 10 euros a night for secure, underground parking. By the time we walked back it had started to rain heavily. The B&B is on the 4th floor of an 18th century building and the room is very quaint and tasteful. One of the highlights is the tiny lift, just big enough for two, that rises very slowly to the top of the building. Jack White´s brother gave us a bunch of 5 keys that we needed to get in and out of the building, so tight was the security.


The rain set in for the night. We bravely ventured out for a beer and a prosecco and even sat outside under a table umbrella but we were eventually forced to look for a restaurant indoors and bought a brolly from a street vendor as the rain became very heavy. Turin was like a ghost town. We were very lucky that the first open restaurant we found was warm, if a bit lacking in atmosphere and the food turned out to be really good. They served bruschetta topped with sautéed spinach- a vegan´s dream. The pizzas were amazing, cooked in a wood fired oven, with thin crusts at the centre and thicker crusts on the outside and the wine was great.



Overnight, we decided to stay for a second day so we chilled out until about 9am and ventured out into Turin. It was raining heavily again. We very stoically headed for a camping shop that we found on the internet. It was a bit grim about town, the streets were empty and the puddles were getting deeper. We were fortified with some Italian coffee and breakfast and we visited some piazzas which must be stunning in the sunshine but were harder to appreciate in this weather. The rain forced us inside the many arcades where the architectural details were really stunning and the signage probably the best we have seen anywhere-even more interesting than Prague or Paris. Turin is full of old fashioned shop fronts and tiny purveyors of tobacco, wine and other old fashioned things. It is very charming and has a unique quality- even in the heavy rain.

By lunchtime the rain had stopped and the sun came out briefly. The city started to come to life and pavement cafes reopened.

In the evening we found the perfect bar offering free tapas like snacks with the wine and beer and there was a much better atmosphere than the previous night, although still no sunshine. After dinner, we wondered back to the room just before it started hammering down with rain again. So glad we were not camping.