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August 1983, one Friday evening talking rubbish in The Half Crown pub, it came up that Marc and Sue were going to France the next day, Saturday, heading for St Tropez on their Ducati. Me and my mate Lau with his mk1 lemon said ‘ok then, we’ll meet you next Sunday, mid-day at the Green Bar, St Tropez’…. Might as well make it part of a trip onwards to the Guzzi factory.
The following week on Saturday we caught a morning ferry from Dover to Calais. Stopped somewhere in central France around Clemont-Ferrand overnight. Got going Sunday morning and headed south to the Med west of Marseille and followed the coast east to St Tropez. Made it to the bar on-time at mid-day and met them. Camped a night or two with them and left them to carry on east along the coast to Italy
Through Nice a guy in a Fiat 500 Abarth kept racing and beating us away from the lights
Guzzi’s ain’t good off the line. We made Monaco and thought we’d pop by the Casino, until a man in fancy dress and full plumage stopped us on the hill on the way in and denied us entry. Turned round and managed to get to a bar on the waterfront in the harbour via non-conventional means (pavements etc.) Than it became a slow crawl through Menton, Ventimeglia and the coastal towns to Genoa. At one hill there was a traffic jam and we weaved and overtook to get to the front of the hold up at the top. Bad move, at the front of the queue we were stopped by the Carabinieri for some reason, a bare chested middle aged bronzed Italian guy on a moped wearing several heavy gold chains round his neck stopped and chatted with police, next thing, they waived us on our way. Always wondered what he said to them.
We camped overnight in Genoa overlooking the docks. Next morning Lau’s Mk 1 wouldn’t start. He thought it was the starter motor and decided to strip it down. Sitting cross legged on the ground with it in bits, a tall German bloke in his silver BMW leathers was walking by and stopped to say ‘huh stoopid Italian motocycle’, to which Lau replied ‘huh stupid German starter motor’. It wasn’t the starter motor, just all day previous crawling along with the dual headlamps on had flattened the battery. It was worth him taking the starter motor apart for the moment. Occam’s razor come to mind.
From Genoa it was up along an unbelievably winding road via Piacenza to Lake Lecco 1st, 2nd gear for miles. We camped south of Lecco on the Lake.
Next day, first thing we made for the factory. It was shut for the summer holiday and the town was dead. If only we had the internet then.
Still have the Mk 2 Lemon, bought it new 11th September 1980, about 4.30pm, Bikewise Leigh-on-Sea, £2400.
Mick.