Thursday, 12 November 2015 Motorcycle Explorer magazine is a virtual mag that would be very heavy if it as in print.

Take a look and the work of my friend James Owen and see a short article about my trip,

Thanks Jimbo.

The list for the Chunky Tread Stand of exceedingly well traveled motorcycle riders is growing

SAM MANICOM             rtw 4 books
IAN COATES                   rtw 14 years
BERNARD SMITH          rtw 2 books
NATHAN MILWARD     Sidney to London
DAVE FENTON               Euro adventures
REN WITHNELL             Bikes and travels blog
SHARON PARKER            "         "       "       "
SPENCER  JAMES CONWAY    African Diaries Sky TV
DEREK MANSFIELD      Euro trips book
NICK SYKES                    Photography-bikes- travels
ALEX J JACKSON           Kaapstad africa tours
Road 2 Manchester             33 towns called Manchester USA

 and some I can't remember at the moment...

Manchester Bike Show 2-3 April 2016 Event City Manchester

New blog for the Chunky Tread MAC

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Interweb book face

Thanks to all of you out there is Interweb land. It took 30 minutes to boost my blog visits to an amazing 11 thousand in 4 years. That may not be a record but I find it pretty cool.

The funny part of this extra 10 was that places they came from were a little spread out.
San Paulo in Brazil was the furthest one from here and they were 10999 on the list. Granada in Spain and Budapest in Hungary came in 2nd and third, but the last one was Bradford, 25 miles up the road.

Thanks guys and gals, NOW if the last 3 years is a bit boring, visit the list of posts and find May-June 2011 and that is the tale of my USA trip and the namesake of this blog.

United States of Amanchester a trip to ride to 33 towns of that name. Road2Manchester on twitter and Roadto Manchester on Facebook.

By time I write this 11001 is on the revolver globe on the right column>>>>>>>>> if it isn't turning give it a click and see all those red dots.

Thanks again


Monday, 2 November 2015

Motorcycle Explorer magazine

Thanks to the hard working Owens family who produce one of the best on-line magazines out there,

Click the Link to take a peek.

The latest issue has a little article about some geezer riding around the USA on a Honda seeking out towns called Manchester can't imagine who they mean !!!!

Thanks James and Liane

April 1st 2nd 3rd 2016 CAMPUS MANUCUNION

A small bijou camp for those wishing to visit the Manchester Bike Show and also take a trip around the area over the weekend, Situated in a quiet corner just 12 miles from the show, the camp is a closed event for those invites and asking.
£10 for the weekend.  (Bunkhouse (£20) Friday Sat Sun.

Follow the facebook page and join the virtual club that does virtually nothing. 

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Alter Ego Harry Stottle Poet,.

Another page. Moving is such sweet sorrow. B & C

Turn that page you kept shut long enough
the words of life spell a story so tough.
Each speck of dust that launches a tender sigh
They float away and reach the open sky.
Does that floating tear mean more
than this
,memories are bitter sweet but do not miss
For the days we had and the day we have
left, are shared with those thoughts and mixed with the rest.

Its good to remember but better to accept that the best bits are
behind and the better still yet.
Though you want to be brave and show not one regret
The one in your heart you will never forget.

But she was a fighter and a love is still in these things
So pack away memories in boxes with string.
Mark those up with a  felt tip pen
and when you settle you can open again.

But do not unpack with a tear in your eyes
You bring those memories back from your lives.
Better to love and lost than never loved at all
but loving Cathy is eternal, and its boxed, in the hall.

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Chunky Tread 2016

The Manchester Bike Show 2016 will be held over 2-3rd April 2016 at Event City Manchester UK

The same weekend will see the FIRST Chunky Tread Motorcycle Adventure Club camping weekend Campus Mancunion just 10 miles from the event,

Campus Mancunion will be for riders and visitors to the show and involve a Friday open gate, with supper by MAMA SUES  SOUL KITCHEN

Saturday a BIG supper after the show and a band (if we can find one),

As with all CTMAC events, the whole thing is by you for you, We need any of the following FREE of course, This is for riders not for profit.

Helpers for the site. Friday noon +, Welcome  shift.   Saturday all day security and welcome Sunday till close. 

Helpers for the show: Set up stand help.  Up to 12 interesting bikes and riders, (some already taken)

Ride Out leaders: Sat and Sunday.
                               Off Road. 
                               On Road, 

SPONSOR. to help with, 
Large marquee hire and band. Stand build.

Early days and help, ideas and help needed for all aspects. 


Manchester area. TBC

Camp cost: LOW 

Stand places. £20 per person/bike for display boards etc:

More info as it happens

Sunday, 27 September 2015

Time Flies, friends ride, work get in the way.

I keep doing the National Lottery, each week hoping for that win. You know the one. Not so big that everything goes into mad mode, but enough to change your life.
The thoughts of what your world, could or should do with your new found wealth. The fact is we will never win more than the occasional £2.50 that just covers the cost of the ticket you bought and even if one did, would all those dreams you have now disappear into the ether.

Achievable Dreams is a video by a motorcycle tour company (Globebusters) that will be happy to arrange a world tour for you. You can ride all or part of the big one if you have the cash to do so. £30-40k for a full monty rotation of the globe. And yes some guys find that without the lottery win and take part in a group trip under the pre-booked, pre-planned route by very capable teams with very different riders than yourself.

If you ride in groups on a regular basis,  you will know the issues that this brings. Different riding styles, abilities and characteristics brings its own problems, The route for the brave I think, but if that is your only way to live that dream, then its a good way in, I always thought that most of the riders who take this option are married and of a certain age, as the group thing offers a certain security and peace of mind for those left behind, as well as the riders,

The go it alone riders have the advantage but often not the restrictions of the wife, family and commitments of career. On a cheaper, smaller bike and with no 'companions' to worry about, the avid adventurer could take their time and go where they please. The advantages of finding somewhere to eat sleep and ride are expanded and the other persons feelings do not exist.

As many of my Facebook and actual friends have been and done their trips this year, I have once again been swamped with work (not a bad thing), and being seasonal, I have to get it whilst I can. Planning a trip around money, time, home life and work is always a hard one. This year I have a weeks grace, which with a weekend at each end equals 9 days. With the expense of the ferry from Hull to Holland, or Portsmouth to Santander, I could be in the Alps of Pyranees within a few days or the south coast of Spain or Morroco within easy reach.
being an island nation, we have been trapped by the sea forever and the costs of ferries have always been a barrier for many. The time benefits of taking the Santander of Bilbao ferry to Spain is a bone of contention when travelling by bike.
Motorcycles have one or two passengers who need a cabin for the 18 hour trip across the Bay of Biscay. the travelers will spend more money on food and drink, BUT the motorcycle that does not take up places in the hold that cars would use, are slotted into available spaces that have no other use.

The calculations divide between A) The 2-3 day road trip through France on a £40 ferry or tunnel ticket that gets you under or over the channel, followed by blasting through France with the associated tyre, chain and backside wear and tear, Hotels and French motorway boredom. or B) Sitting on a ferry for 18 hours with food, drink, a show or movie then a big breakfast before running the gauntlet of morning rush hour in Santander.
There is an argument that the costs are about the same, but the time may be the issue. Plus that old one about the ride is the ride and a part of the adventure.

The point of this post is simply, I need to do my trip before its to late. The snow is coming, the icy roads of the UK and extra layers are about to happen and another year is almost over,

If like me you plan it, make sure you do it. Life is to short and age is not a great advantage.

Thanks for watching Add your comments please.

PS facebook/harrystottlepoems is my alter ego urban poet. Take a peek,


New hat for the Goodwood Revival 2015
What a great event,

Wednesday, 2 September 2015

A bit of book.

4 years later and I still have a book 1/3 written 1% finished. Here is a snippet.
May 2011. New York State. 

New York….it’s a state of mind.

Setting the satnav once again I had changed my route slightly. The plan taken from my large US map included what looked like an interesting route that started in Kingston NY on the 23 to Norwich, then the 13 to Ithaca and finally the 95 that would end up in Manchester NY. Due to my lack of miles I chose the Freeway 90. Flatter, faster and a bit boring, but catching up is important today.
Just before the next exit from Highway 90, it was obvious that a change in the weather back to what I had encountered for the past four days,  loomed ahead, like riding into the night time.
Black skies, with the low slung fog like rainfall underneath was a few miles ahead towards today’s  target of Manchester number six. The next available exit signs indicated that this route to another small town New York was an off ramp only. From my limited experience of the USA, this meant no motels, no dry shelter, no fast food outlets and probably no way to get back on the freeway once I had added my one piece rain suit and entertained those passing by with my Charley Chaplin wrestling an octopus impressions.
Today started with rain but as I subtracted another few hundred miles off the nine thousand target to visit 33 towns called Manchester across the USA and Canada, the warm humid state of New York promised a change. It is the third week in May 2011, and spring has sprung late.
My thoughts were to abandon today’s ‘ a Manchester per day’ unwritten rule, but it was too late to change the course, the next opportunity to get off this twin lane road was at the opposite side of what was to become one of the worst rain storms I had ever seen, never mind ridden in.
As if by magic, the only bridge spanning the highway for miles was the gateway to hell. The rain hit as the temperature dropped instantly and what seemed like a solid wall of water filled with a million needles reduced my forward speed like falling headlong into a lake.
Within seconds visibility was down to a true zero and the cold rain was finding its way through to my neck, up my sleeve and somehow into my right boot. Nowhere to stop, the hard shoulder was about  four feet wide and the fact I couldn’t actually see it or any resemblance of a white line, didn’t help. Just crossing from my lane to the shoulder meant battling with a rumble strip with bumps the size of oil cans jutting up every two feet. As the only bike on the road, I was between a rock and a hard place. Another 120ft long, 70 ton Peterbilt truck, just behind me in the outside lane, was not affected by the rain or the driver even slightly concerned about my predicament. It seemed he had not bothered to switch off his cruise control and carried on at 75-80 MPH creating an even bigger wall of fog and a back-draft that reduced my visibility to the edge of the screen a foot and a half away, and no further. The jumbled air hits first as these gargantuan terrace houses on wheels cut through the rain and send you and your bike towards the oil can rumble strip to my right. Then without warning the sides suck you back as you change to trying to miss the six sets of wheels that want to squish you. Once past the back draft makes you think you are actually running off raod as the battering of water and wind is like the Baja 500 on a moped. All of this is happening with no real view in front and no idea where the next vehicle on my lane starts or finishes.
Choices, speed up into the void, or slow down to 25mph and hope that next car or truck sees me in front before it’s too late. Hazards on , all the lights I have on and just hope for the best.
The wide screen on the Honda Goldwing, famed for its protection from wind, rain and flying sheep, worked to a degree, but the area behind the screen has a strange vacuum effect that collects globules of water like a scene from Apollo 13. The water floats in a slow motion dance just in front of your chest (or head if you are shorter stature than I), then without warning gets too heavy to glide and hits me square in the face. Add this to the inability to close the visor as it steams up in a micro-second if I close off the airflow, and the needles that pierce my eyes and sting my nose if I glance ahead for more than a second, and the thought passed my mind.

“Which stupid arse thought this trip was a good idea”???