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The bridge at Sur |
The Goat
last took a huge motorcycle endurance tour in 1986, when he and Mr Lawful Good
of Cowplain rode a Kawasaki GT750 the length of France
and Spain
in 28 hours. Two weeks later they did the return trip in nineteen and a half
hours. At that point the Goat declared that he wouldn’t do such a thing again,
age having caught up with him.
And then
recently D_ asked if the Goat would be interested in an attempt at the Iron
Butt. There are a number of challenges offered by the Iron Butt Association. The basic
entry-level challenge is the “Saddlesore 1000” which, unsurprisingly, involves
a 1000 mile trip in under 24 hours. D_ planned a round trip to
Muscat. This wasn’t far enough, so the Goat
proposed an extended trip 250km further down to
Sur.
The Goat’s
plan was to run the trip on a fuel of petrol, Pocari Sweat, and pork pies. This
would be augmented by water, Red Bull, and Henri Wintermans.
After
gassing up in Dubai at 0850 and getting the guys
at Classic Motorcycles to witness the time (0908) and start kilometrage, D_ and
the Goat headed off to Al Ain.
The border at Jebel Hafeet was quiet. This is worth knowing: a trip like this
does not need an hour of sitting in air-conditioned comfort for the UAE exit
stamp (AED35). It also turns out that a House Elf visa doesn’t count for the purposes of granting Oman visas for GCC
residents, so the Goat got a single-entry ten-day tourist visa for Oman
for OMR5.
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Nizwa |
So much for
“There’s a petrol station every 30km.” D_ and the Goat stopped and gassed up in
Dhank after seeing a sign that “The next petrol is 105km away”. Turns out that
was the next Shell petrol, but now they were good to get almost to Muscat. Stopping in Nizwa
to stretch their legs, it turned out that the souq was as shut as a shut thing.
This was unsurprising for mid afternoon, and the Goat sat in the shade and was
amused by a couple of local lads on mopeds doing rear wheel slides and
burnouts.
Both bikes
probably had enough fuel to get to Seeb, near Muscat, but stopped on the long downhill from
Nizwa anyway. D_ begged for relief: his back was causing him some discomfort.
Meanwhile, the Goat had discovered that the prime source of saddle soreness was
his Kevlar-lined jeans. The trousers were imprinting Kevlar into the Goat’s
thighs. There may be a solution to this involving those kinky cyclists’ shorts,
but only if they’re not nylon.
TGL and J
live in Seeb, and were happy to provide relief from the ravages of travel in
the form of Nespresso, iced water and comfy sofas. Thank you to TGL and J.
Regrettably, the time schedule wouldn’t permit stopping for pizza.
And thence
to Seeb airport to meet Ahmed. D_ owns a black Yamaha FJR13. Ahmed’s is white,
with chrome tip-over bars, bigger mirrors, and a smuggler trunk instead of a
pillion seat. After a chat, D_ and the Goat set off for Muscat harbour and got hopelessly lost in the
evening rush hour and the roadworks. The Goat noticed while lane-splitting that
everyone who shut the space between traffic lanes was yacking on his or her
mobile phone. Hanlon’s Razor: Don’t ascribe to malice that which may be
attributed to incompetence.
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The souq at Sultan Qaboos Port,
Muscat |
A brief
photo and ciggie stop at the Mutrah Souq later, and the Goat got lost in the
little lanes before finding an escape route on to the road to Sur. This road is
truly excellent. It’s so new that it doesn’t appear on the Goat’s GPS. One
minor issue was that for 13km the street lights weren’t working. The Goat noted
that it was an excellent opportunity to ride on high beam for more than a few
seconds at a time. Be careful what you wish for.
The only
southbound petrol station was so new that the shop still had tape Xs on the
windows and no stock. And it closed at 10pm, apparently. Ah, good point. The
Goat resolved to gas up in Sur before heading back, which should provide enough
tank range for at least Muscat.
Another
failing in the Goat’s increasingly out-of-date GPS mapping is the absence of
the bridge over the mouth of the bay at Sur. D_ and the Goat crossed the bridge
(which has been constructed at enormous expense with a heavy vehicle ban and a
3T weight limit) and stopped for Red Bull and pork pies. This was the distal
end of the trip. Everything following would be uphill. Time 2150, and clearly
getting back to Dubai
before 0850 was looking doubtful. There would have to be some serious riding
with limited stops. They don’t call this the Iron Butt for nothing.
The trip
back consisted of looping around the bay and heading back along the new dual
carriageway to Muscat.
This time avoiding the port, the Goat navigated back to Seeb, and a fuel stop
at the end of the road to Nizwa. It was now 0040, early on Tuesday morning.
Fatigue was
beginning to set in notwithstanding the caffeinated beverage. Corners, in
particular, were being taken with extra care. And on the way back the Goat
selected the new bypass road to Nizwa rather than the slightly shorter old road
through various villages. It was pointless stopping in Nizwa, and the bikers
continued to Bahla where there was, miracle of miracles, a petrol station open
at 0315. The only one at this hour for
at least 100km in any direction, apparently.
There then
followed around 100km of unlit single carriageway. The Goat likes using high
beam, and his wish was granted. The continuous roadworks were merely a courtesy
detail, as were the several Hilux pickups that hurtled past at 130km/h and
plunged obliviously into the void on dipped beams.
The
trickiest part of the trip was the pre-dawn twilight. A combination of
tiredness and the rhododactylous conditions conspired to make vision tricky.
The Goat scanned constantly for camels wandering on the highway as he and D_
headed for the border. He missed a last chance to gas up with cheap Oman petrol,
which is only two thirds the price in the UAE. The last gas station may or may
not have been open for business.
Getting back
into the UAE was easy, but for anyone planning a road trip, note the need to
present a valid UAE vehicle registration on re-entry. Nobody asked for this on the way
out; an omission that could cause unhappiness at the border.
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The final reckoning |
And it was
back to Al Ain, and thence Dubai.
Any possible tendency to nod off was suppressed by the rising sun. It’s a lot
easier to stay awake when it’s light.
According
the GPS the total distance logged was 1654.9km in 23 hours and 14 minutes. The
Goat’s GPS did switch itself off a couple of times, so the total recorded time,
stationary time, and averages are all a bit off. But 0908 to 0813 as witnessed
by Classic Motorcycles is definitely under 24 hours.
As for the
Iron Butt Association, there may be a problem in proving the start and finish
times. Applicants are supposed to provide a dated and time-stamped receipt for
each fuel purchase, which is especially important for the start and end. But
nobody provided anything but a handwritten receipt except ADNOC in Al Ain.
However, D_
and the Goat both know what they have achieved. Certificates are a detail. As
for the bikes? Both the
Kawasaki
1400GTR and Yamaha FJR1300 performed faultlessly throughout.
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