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They took 22 hours to cover 1000 miles ?
Myself and Fenner covered 1215 miles in 21 hours and 15 minutes and I was riding a Kymco Downtown 300.
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A report by Stephen Cooper who successfully completed his second endurance ride on a KYMCO Downtown 300i on 28th May 2016 - he completed an incredible 1214 miles in just over 21 hours at an average speed of 60 mph, riding from Calais to Berlin and back. I like France, in fact I like France a lot! However I tend to like France a lot less when the one commodity (fuel) that we really needed, has simply run dry. Due to strikes at refineries across the country, we found there was a severe lacking and to rub-it-in the BP station opposite the hotel, where our ride was due to start, sat closed, mocking and vacant. This was very annoying! Annoying because on this particular day my fellow rider Tony Green and I were setting out to prove that not only could you ride 1000 miles in a day (as collectively we both have several times) but you could safely pass the 1200 mark while at the same time attempt to break Scomadi's record of 1050 miles in 24 hours. To verify our attempt we needed timed fuel receipts, not only for the start and finish but also to verify our way-points during our ride. Witnesses would also be required in case doubters thought that we'd fabricated any of it. On the topic of witnesses we noticed that there are very few available (especially sober ones) at around 2am in French hotel car parks! So without a receipt to prove the pair of us were there, we had to resort to photographing our bikes odometers just before we left to confirm our departure time plus our respective mileage. We'd do the same again on our return around a day later. Tony (with just 1 ½ hours sleep) would be riding a Honda NCX 750 and I (with 2 hours sleep) would be using my trusty KYMCO Downtown 300, which at the point of writing seems to have spent at least 2/3's of it's life competing in endurance events. That says a lot about it's ability and durability. I like my KYMCO. I like it almost as much as I like France so a week before this ride it went to Colwin Motorcycles in Sittingbourne where it received a new belt and rollers, a pre-emptive oil change plus a pair Michelin Power Pure's. Tony would be employing the use of a throttle lock and an Airhawk seat cushion but I declined as the Downtown's seat is already very comfortable and the throttle a very light one. At exactly 2.05am we mounted our respective rides, gunned their very different engines then gingerly rode out of the hotel gate towards the coastal road that would take us north towards Oostende. Within minutes of leaving I disgraced myself by riding down the southbound slip road as opposed to the north. I stopped, kicked myself for not paying attention, turned the KYMCO around, nodded sorry to Tony then hung my head in mock shame all the way to Gent. As we rode towards it, riding parallel with the coastline, a peach coloured moon hung in the sky off to the right for a good hour or so. I was trying to convince myself that this was a good omen. Even though it was just past 2.30am the coastal road was rammed with freight. Over taking it was proving to be difficult as often two trucks would run next to each other for miles as one attempted a pathetic attempt to inch past the other. The printed map that I'd taped to my screen for convenience decided that it didn't like being helpful so it detached itself from the inside of my screen then proceeded to flap around like an errant sail. Another brief stop ensued while I taped it back in place. The tape I was using was as blue as the language I was using! That done we pressed on while swinging east for Antwerp then broke off right after a couple of junctions for Duisberg, Essen and Dortmund. We were heading for Berlin where we would meet our witnesses, briefly eat then return to Calais aiming to complete the attempt in 22 hours. We ideally wanted to complete fuel stops no longer than 15 minutes and stretch our fill ups to 150 - 170 miles per tank so this should equate to 2 ¼ hours of riding between fill ups. Our progress to Essen was a quick one as the roads were nice and empty but as we reached the city limits we had to slow to an agonising pace. The Autobahn turns into an 80k limit as it trundles through the town centre parallel to the tram stations. It felt like someone has put an invisible thumb on your screen as you wrestle with the morality of breaking the speed limit. Dortmund felt very similar but had no such delays due to a deep viaduct cutting the town in two. Our speed increased as we press on for Kassel where we are treated to the beauty of the German countryside. For the next couple of hours all we could see was green rolling fields of corn being tossed around by the wind. It was so beautiful it could well have been CGI. I had to keep reminding myself to keep looking forward and not either side of me at the gorgeous flowing vista that stretched for miles in each direction. We were making great progress until we encountered a three-car pile up that had blocked both lanes of the Autobahn. As we picked our way through the traffic our progress was accompanied by a crescendo of drivers leaning on their horns at the audacity of us 'English trailblazers' trying to make a way to the front. Is filtering through traffic illegal in Germany? Even if it is prohibited weren't going to sit in traffic when we could see clear roads ahead. We were in a bit of a rush after all! At our next fuel stop we called upon our witnesses at Berlin to confirm our ETA at the Berlin city limits. Once completed we pressed-on for the loop around Kassel. We stopped for a brief glance at the map as the sun looked like it was in the wrong place. It felt like we were heading in the wrong direction but once we'd checked the map to reassure ourselves we were heading East, we remounted then cracked on toward Leipzig Airport to avoid the city's centre. With the planes on our right we sped toward Berlin and seemed to be bang on time for our liaison. Moments later as we joined the on ramp for the Berlin Ring Road everything stopped - It stopped for miles! We both assumed that it was due to an another accident but as we slowly edged through the traffic we realised that 3 out of the 4 lanes had been conned off for repainting the white lines! All of the vehicles converging into this bottleneck had their doors open, which is always a sign that they'd been there a fair while. The stack of trucks and cars found themselves all having to funnel into the last remaining lane which by the time we got to the front was creeping forward slower than an asthmatic snail. As we again once gingerly meandered our way through the traffic another crescendo of horn blaring erupted in our wake. Even a German biker broke lose to tag on the back of our rebellious train. Once we were finally clear of the logjam we sped on to meet our first witness who were patiently waiting at the old border post between Brandenburg and the outskirts of Berlin. Introductions and apologies were made and we were taken to the Spinners-Brucke on a Vespa GTS to where we would meet our second witness. The Spinners-Brucke or Mad Bridge is a famous motorcyclist's hang-out which is usually heaving with bikes and scooters at the weekend, it provided a perfect lunch pad to our turnaround point at Avus, just 10 minutes away. We were touched by a strike of genius - while we fueled up and headed up the dual carriageway for Avus, witness number 2 would order our food and by the time we returned it would be on the table. Awesome! Just before we filled our tanks for the return journey a moment of weirdness materialised. As we rode into the petrol station opposite we both saw a man at the back of a box van with a set of trimmers giving another man a haircut while 3 more 'customers' watched on... Very odd! That wasn't the best of it. Tony then saw guy get out of a car on the station's forecourt and start playing his guitar to anyone who would listen. Maybe if we had time to stay we could have thrown money or at least learnt the chorus but thanks to the earlier traffic jams we were running behind schedule, so we rejoined the road to Avus to pose in front of the famous hotel. As the hotel would be our furthest point on the ride, proof would be needed to document that we'd been there, so we took turns to pose in the lay by opposite a gauntlet of imposing rusting grandstands. I'll explain... Avus is the site of a racing circuit and the hotel used to be commentary box/viewing point at the end of the straight. They raced there from 1921 to 1998 so rather then waste precious minutes riding into Berlin central we thought that it would make an ideal landmark to start our return journey. Pictures taken we worked our way around the back of an enormous truck park and back on to the road to where our food was waiting. We arrived back to discover that it was delicious as the menu said it would be. We did our best to be convivial to our hosts but both our minds were still racing, so after 45 minutes rest we got kitted-up and ready for the return journey. By now it was 1pm and we had already covered 639 miles so all we needed were another 561 and we were done. Ahead on mileage we scrapped a route that would take us further north into Holland then left it up to the Nav to get us home. Oddly enough it came up with exactly 561 miles so we hit confirm and left for home. As we rejoined the ring road to head back west, the traffic on the opposite side had actually got far worse. We rode for about 7 miles but all we could see in the opposite carriageway was stationary traffic bumper-to-bumper where as all we had were clear empty roads. Now I've always thought of the Germans as the masters of organisation but to almost close the capital's highway at the weekend is shambolic. The Autobahn '2' took us in the direction of Hanover in a very speedy fashion so it swiftly became a pattern of ride, stop, fuel, nibble, drink then repeat. There was a bit of levity caused by a road sign outside Essen announcing we were passing the town of "Wankum". The dark cloud that we spotted on the outskirts of Antwerp didn't look that menacing at first but as we got closer it grew a black as pitch while lightening started to flash diagonally across our path. A few moments later the deluge started. Biblical "Matrix" rain landed on us with such volume that Tony's Nav started to scroll through its own menu unaided. Two cars drowned me as they overtook and created two graceful identical bow waves that washed over my legs as they passed by on either side - Nice! It was the kind of downpour where the raindrops are so "fat" that they bounce back up off the road but to the Michelin's credit they cut though the deluge beautifully. As we were about 150 miles out from Calais and roughly 2 hours from the end we decided not to sit it out under a petrol station forecourt but plough on through the storm. Soon after deciding to press on I felt the first trickle of water breech my waterproofs and cascade along the seam of my thigh sending a cold shiver down my spine. Whichever direction we rode the storm seemed to preempt our intended transit and adjusted its course accordingly. With the rain slowly petering out behind us we retraced our route around Antwerp's ring road then got our heads down for the final blast to the coast. Our penultimate fuel was stop coming so as we were both wanted to end on a high up we agreed to up the anti. We had been riding for around 20 hours and although we were aiming for 22 hours to complete the ride, 21 was looking possible so we stiffly got back on, engaged in a brief conversation about breaking the speed limit and gunned it toward the hotel for the finish. I have to say that even though you are riding with a friend, it can also be a very solitary experience. The coastal road back to Calais is dangerous enough during the day what with a never ending cross wind and lunatic lorry drivers but at night it can be positively scary. There's very little lighting where there should be plus a multitude of slip roads stream in from the right containing drivers that have no idea how to merge... They just pull out! Whatever the risks we chose to ignore them because we were minutes from finishing. Granted riding at around 85 mph over many of the blind brows seems reckless now, but at the time it felt justified. Sadly our misdirected efforts were all in vain as we finally rolled in at 11.15pm making our time 21 hours and 10 minutes with a total of 1214 miles ridden. At the finish both of us were totally shot to bits but never the less excited at achieving our goal and breaking a record. We congratulated each other then stumbled, John Wayne style to our respective hotel rooms to catch up on some much needed sleep. If you ignore our stop at Avus we averaged 60 mph while consuming £160 worth of fuel while attaining 60 mpg which I thought was pretty good going! My only real casualty was a blister on my right thumb from holding the throttle open twinned with a pair of tender buttocks - and 'NO' I'm still not going to use an Airhawk or throttle lock! The Downtown in response had one 10mm nut loosen off a little around the rear mudguard. It didn't even fall out. The oil level remained the same throughout. That's not bad considering that this is the third time I've put this scooter through this special kind of torment and a testament to it's reliability and build quality that it hasn't shown even a hint of failure. I'd like to thank Tony, KYMCO UK and Colwin Motorcycles Sittingbourne for their never-ending support and interest. Tony has an air of cold determination that borders on being obsessional; believe me that's a good quality to have when riding long distance. He's the complete opposite if my last teammate who at 900 miles did an amazing impression of the GTS I was riding and fell to bits! So with 1200 miles in 24 hours under my belt is there anybody else up for the challenge?
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