Not all who wander are Lost.
Yesterday I came back from a 1420 mile camp/ride trip. Exploring some of Northern Ontario roads.
We road up through Parry Sound , to stop in Lavigne, Ont., just to see Judy Fortier, our CNOA membership tavern, (had dinner there then camped). We did traveling though Temiskaming Shores, Kirkland Lake (Gold Town), on to Iron Bridge near Sault Ste. Marie, back East to Sudbury, continue to North Bay , then back South ,down to Perry Sound, to Pete,s place on Friday evening. I stayed that night, as it was past sunset and 486 miles under my seat for that day of riding. I then went south on the following day to my home in Southern Ontario. 1 Quart of Kendal Liquid Titanium GT-1 SAE50 was consumed which I carried extra.
Back to the beginning of the trip: I left my house, 133 miles to Pete's place and continued the same day then on, leaving on Tuesday 20th and I finally returned on Saturday 24th back in my garage at 15:00 pm.
3 riders: Me on my 850 74 Interstate Norton Commando, Peter Turner on his KLR 650, Dave Bryan's on his BMW RT80. (Both companion riders have Norton Commandos, but I was only on a Norton, brave enough to travel the long distance on a Commando riding the Great White North. ( I am emphasising this only to goad them to ride their Norton).
11 fuel stops latter and I averaged 95.53 ltrs of fuel consumed for (2285 km, for you metric geeks) which is 1420 Miles traveling.
Imperial Gallons=21.02 gallons
US Gallons =25.25 gallons.
My GPS tells me I did 1430.3 miles, but my clock on the bike indicates 1410, so I took the average of the two, though I tend to believe the Garmin
My bike repeated the best mileage of the three road riders, always showing the lowest gallons replaced in our tanks, when refuelling.
67.55 mpg imp which I think is not too shabby for a 45+ year old Norton with re-sleeved Mk1 Amals.
Peter damn near had a collision with a cow moose. I was behind him about 100 yards, when I noticed the moose in the ditch facing the road. Pete must not have seen her but as he got close she spooks and decides to make tracks just as Pete gets near. Hard braking saved his ass. Not something you need to deal with where we were travelling... not one house or cottage for an hour or a cell tower anywhere on that stretch... just trees and logging roads kicking off of the main road we were travelling on. It's pretty sparse in population.
Now don't be afraid
my fellow Nortoneers, so do some mileage on your Norton. Then pipe in on what you get. Keep on keepin on.
Cheers
Tom.