Editor's Blog: When Disaster Strikes

Motorcycles have been my life now for many years. I grew up watching my uncle race; tracing the logos of the great British marques onto my school bag along with the rest of my peers; and gawping in awe and wonder at the first of the new generation of race-inspired street bikes that appeared at the end of the 1970s, and evolved to become the stunning machines which now grace our highways. I truly love motorcycles, with a passion.

Except when they break down. Then, understandably, the ardor cools and frustration rears its ugly head, as hours and days of useful time starts to disappear down a drain of phone calls to family, friends, colleagues, insurance companies and breakdown services, in an attempt to salvage what you can of a weekend.

Readers of MotoMatters.com may have noticed a distinct and sudden dearth of updates on rider debriefs and news on the website, from Saturday evening onwards. What would be the point, you may have asked yourselves, of going all the way to Le Mans, and then not bothering to use that opportunity wisely? The explanation for that mystery is simple: my trusty steed, the BMW R1150GS that has served me so faithfully, decided to quit on me. That breakdown quickly turned into something of a disaster.

It happened as I left the circuit on Saturday night. I had collected plenty of material from the rider debriefs, and was heading back to my hotel - 80 kilometers away, as I booked it far too late to find something nearer - and as I entered the roundabout to get onto the route nationale which leads onto the autoroute, the bike died. After waiting a while for the bike to cool off, and the bike failing once again to fire into life, I started evaluating my options. Debating the issue with my wife - the blessings of relatively affordable international mobile phone calls, and a wonderful, efficient and helpful spouse - I decided the best course of action was to park the bike at the circuit, and head back to the media center to try and arrange a rental vehicle instead. I wheeled the bike from the roundabout to the gate at the bottom of La Chapelle, where the guards were kind enough to help me, and to find a spot where the bike could be parked safely.

It was by now around 10, and the atmosphere at the track had turned a little wild. The effects of a long, hot day and very large quantities of alcohol was starting to work its black magic on the crowds, and the dark side of human nature was coming into effect. I headed through the paddock to the media center, and started searching online for vehicle rental.

My first call, however, was to my good friend Gordon Howell of Pole Position Travel, who arrange tours, accommodation and VIP trips to MotoGP events. Gordon was to be my backup plan if I couldn't find a vehicle to get back to my own hotel. A quick scouring of the internet turned up that there were plenty of car hire places to be found in Le Mans, but that they were all closed due to the fact that it was Saturday night. One rental agency offered 24 hour car pickups, but only if you booked 48 hours in advance. It would not be the last time this weekend that I would wish for a time machine.

I was just about finished, when the staff operating the media center came through, telling everyone still left there (i.e. myself and photographer Martin Heath, the only other person still working) that we had to go. My pleas for two more minutes fell on deaf ears, as had earlier requests for information and assistance. They were met instead with a certain amount of mumbling, and that typical Gallic shrug. You may believe that phrases expressing indifference such as "whatever" are a neologism, an invention of American teenagers of the past few years. But their origins clearly lie elsewhere, in that simple shoulder shrug, a trademark of the Parisians who staff the Le Mans circuit.

Plan A having failed, I turned to plan B. I called Gordon Howell once again, and he immediately offered an extra bed in his own room. After having been rebuffed by the circuit staff, Gordon's kindness was touching and restored my faith in humanity.

This lasted until I left the paddock and started heading out to the gate. An extra ninety minutes of alcohol consumption had turned the atmosphere grim. There was some pushing and shoving going on, though frankly, people were far too drunk to actually be capable of fighting, and anyone in a vehicle was being harassed. One car, carrying 5 members of the Forward Racing Moto2 team, who had probably been working all evening to get the bikes ready for the race the next day, came off worst. Some people thought it would be hilarious to lie down in front of the car, and prevent them from leaving. Honking the car horn merely made the situation worse, more drunken loons joining the "fun". One of the team members got out of the car and went to fetch some of the security staff manning the gate, but he, too, was met with a Gallic shrug. As one or two of the security guards started heading cautiously towards the melee, I went off in search of a taxi.

The last taxi had gone, I was told. But if I hurried, I might get the last tram. I rushed along to the tram which runs from the circuit into the center of town, and arrived at the stop just in time to leap aboard what I thought was the last ride into town. Looking around, I could see no conductor, nowhere to pay, the driver separated from the passengers by an impenetrable glass screen. I asked one of my fellow passengers where to get a ticket from, in my faltering French, and he pointed to the tram stop, where a machine stood, just as the doors closed.

After a terrifying 20 minute journey, in which I expected to be hauled off the tram and into a French jail by transport police at any second, I alighted with some relief in the center of town, and rendezvoused with Gordon and a number of his guests from Pole Position Travel. Gordon immediately handed over his freshly arrived beer, and I passed a very pleasant half an hour chatting to his guests, all hardcore and highly knowledgeable people. Gordon asked two of his guests - Gillian and Scott Neal, who I had met previously at the Sachsenring and a couple of other races - if we could take the mattress from their room and drag it into Gordon's, but they insisted that was not necessary, offering to put me up for the night in their room. Once again, I was struck by the kindness of people, and we fell asleep chatting about qualifying, about the teams, and about the 2012 regulations.

I slept deeply and awoke remarkably refreshed despite the early hour, and the fact that I woke up about 5am to lie worrying about what to do next, we arose and headed down to the track, in a clean t-shirt offered by Scott. Gordon was once again kind enough to drop me back at the gate where I left my bike, and I went to check it was still there, and in one piece. Fortunately it was, and I decided on the spur of the moment to see if it would start. Miraculously - and as I was to find to my cost later, treacherously - it did, firing up without hesitation. I rode the bike through the circuit and into the paddock parking, and headed into the media center, ready to do a full day's work.

After a day of fascinating racing - Jorge Lorenzo winning two races in a row, and soundly beating his Fiat Yamaha teammate; Casey Stoner crashing once again, still suffering from the front end suddenly letting go, which neither Stoner nor the team can explain; Andrea Dovizioso and Nicky Hayden beating Dani Pedrosa on the last lap, after Pedrosa's back brake packed up, leaving Pedrosa missing apexes left, right and center - and emboldened by the fact that my own bike had started that morning, helped along by a hearty and delicious lunch in the Ducati hospitality unit, kindly offered by Ducati's friendly PR folks, I headed off to my bike, to try to get back to my hotel for the second night running.

This time, I had a plan B. I had arranged with the STIPA Molenaar team, racing with Randy Krummenacher and Luis Salom in the 125cc class, that they would take my bike back to their base in Holland if it failed to start. Once again, I was touched by kindness, and that strengthened my resolve that I would not make use of their services if I did not have to. I arranged to text Rob, one of their mechanics, who would be driving back to Holland with an almost empty van, if the bike started or not. Once again, it started first time, and I texted him that I would not be needing him, thanking him kindly for the offer. I suited up, and headed off to the nearest gas station, to fill up for my journey.

At the traffic lights just a hundred meters from the service station, the bike died again. Cursing my hubris at thinking I would make it home with no problems, I tried phoning Rob from the STIPA Molenaar team, hoping he had not yet left the circuit, but it was too late, he was already long gone and on his way to Rouen. He apologized, offered commiserations, and offered me a few useful tips to assist my plight. At that moment, I realized I should have seized the opportunity while I had it, put the bike in the van and got a train to my hotel, and then home, instead of chancing it, and hoping the problem would have cured itself.

And so I phoned my insurance company. Thankfully, my wife had prepared the ground, reporting Saturday's breakdown, and the company arranged for the bike to be picked up. Naturally, once the breakdown truck arrived, the bike started first go, suggesting that the problem only exists when the bike is up to temperature (a brief search on the extremely informative Adventure Rider forums turned up a possible diagnosis of a failed oxygen sensor, but it is too early to tell). I explained this to the mechanic, and we loaded up the bike, took it to the depot, where I left it and headed back into Le Mans to try and catch a train to the town my hotel was located in.

Naturally, the last train to Nogent-Le-Rotrou (a rather charming French town in the next département) had departed half an hour earlier, and so I wandered off to find a taxi. I had been warned of the price, and so was not shocked to hear it would be 175 euros for the 80 kilometers to my hotel. The pain of the bill was alleviated by a number of factors: one being that I can probably get it back off my insurance in due course; the other being the charming woman who drove me from Le Mans to Nogent-Le-Rotrou.

Along the way, she explained a little of the history of the region, telling me that Le Mans had basically turned itself into the "City of 24 Hours." Not only was there the 24 hour car and motorcycle races, there was also a 24 hour truck race, a 24 hour kart race, and a 24 hour bicycle race (for mountain bikes, apparently). But there is also a "24 Hours of Books" which sees famous French authors come to the town and do book signings, for example. Perhaps most bizarrely, there's a "24 Hours of Marbles", at which people from around France come and play marbles for 24 hours. This is a little too much of a good thing, even for Le Mans, as it is staged in a village just outside of the French town. Her final act of kindness was to charge me just 150 euros instead of 175, as she had not so far to return to her home, living in a village between Le Mans and Nogent-Le-Rotrou.

Since then, I have checked out of my hotel in Nogent-Le-Rotrou - after a shave and a change of clothes, which was wonderful - and taken a train back to Le Mans, where my bike is due to be examined by the local BMW dealer, to learn whether it can be repaired or will have to be sent back to Holland by rescue truck. Naturally, it being the feast of Pentecost, or Whit Monday as it is known in the UK, the garage is closed today, and the dealer will only be able to look at it on Tuesday. But having seen the collection of bikes the rescue truck had collected earlier, I doubt that my trusty BMW will be seen very early on Tuesday.

So I am still stuck in France, in a hotel where the WiFi is broken, hopping onto the (paid) WiFi from the next hotel along, waiting to hear what comes next. I have had plenty of time to regret some of the choices I have made, but there is little point in dwelling on these things. I can only hope that all of the bad luck I have had over the past weekend is my portion for the next couple of years, and that some good luck will come along to balance it out. I think I might buy myself a lottery ticket ...

Motorcycles have been my life now for many years. I grew up watching my uncle race; tracing the logos of the great British marques onto my school bag along with the rest of my peers; and gawping in awe and wonder at the first of the new generation of race-inspired street bikes that appeared at the end of the 1970s, and evolved to become the stunning machines which now grace our highways. I truly love motorcycles, with a passion.Except when they break down. Then, understandably, the ardor cools and frustration rears its ugly head, as hours and days of useful time starts to disappear down a drain of phone calls to family, friends, colleagues, insurance companies and breakdown services, in an attempt to salvage what you can of a weekend.Readers of MotoMatters.com may have noticed a distinct and sudden dearth of updates on rider debriefs and news on the website, from Saturday evening onwards. What would be the point, you may have asked yourselves, of going all the way to Le Mans, and then not bothering to use that opportunity wisely? The explanation for that mystery is simple: my trusty steed, the BMW R1150GS that has served me so faithfully, decided to quit on me. That breakdown quickly turned into something of a disaster.

Comments

Every race is an adventure...

That is what makes it fun, even when, at the time, it isn't.

Our passion for racing doesn't always end with the right flip of a coin but the people that make up the racing "cloud" are what make this sport special. You've made it home safe and sound. I'm off to SLC this weekend. One day, our paths will cross.

best,

-jim

http://www.MotoGPod.com
http://www.RideOnTwo.com/forum

Total votes: 63

Not yet home

I'm still a long, long way from home. But as you say, one day our paths will cross. Hopefully, soon. 

Total votes: 58

Hey look on the bright

Hey look on the bright side.
It could have let go 40k from the track in the middle of nowhere, so it tried.

Andy

It seemed like a good idea at the time

Total votes: 64

Oh boy...

Disaster indeed, but as you said: what doesn't kill you... ;)

The lack of helpfulness from the officials as well as the unpleasant encounter with the "dark side" of the French fans are definitely a pain in the bum, all on top of your trusty bike deceiving you so unexpectedly.
But looking at the bright side, you've got to experience some great kindness of people as well, you got a first-class history tour of the region and after all is done and dealt with and you're finally safely home, you still got a great story to tell. Always try to see the positive. :)

I'm keeping my fingers crossed you'll be making it home soon and can relax again. After that weekend you definitely deserve some days off.

Total votes: 67

I don't know what to say, I

I don't know what to say, I hope your luck turns around.
Why hasn't Pedrosa's brake problem been reported anywhere else?

What does the paddock think about Rossi being soundly beaten again? Bruised shoulder or not...

Total votes: 59

Pedrosa's brake problem

Pedrosa's brake problem wasn't reported anywhere else because only myself and Julian Ryder went to Pedrosa's debrief. And Pedrosa is hugely overlooked in the English-speaking press. 

Total votes: 66

Thank you!

Have a safe trip home!
:)

Total votes: 60

Hard to find the reporting of it on this site too ;)

As per the subject - where's this juicy bit of reporting hiding? Have I missed something, or is there a secret VIP-area? :) Update: I found a comment of yours that hints at some gossip about Honda.

I'm such a curmudgeon that I only wish you a speedy recovery with your bike in order so I can read all this news sooner. ;) Best of luck getting home!

Total votes: 57

You won't be able to miss it

I'm afraid the story will have to wait a few days. I have practical stuff to deal with (until I get home), and I have another story to write (for a magazine). But when it's up, you won't be able to miss it. 

Total votes: 64

Yep

Couldn't agree more with your last sentence.

Total votes: 64

Zen philosopher's remind us

Zen philosopher's remind us that from the darkest mud blooms the whitest lotus..
So from your dark experience blooms your best blog yet!
Hang in there!

Total votes: 61

Stuck @lemans

Damn David, what a trip you were in for... ;)

Good luck @ the mechanics tomorrow !

Total votes: 65

Hall-effect sensor or wiring

Hall-effect sensor or wiring harness?  The sudden stoppage and re-start when cold are symptoms. 

 

Total votes: 67

Thanks for attending Pedrosa's post-race debriefing.

It seems odd that only 2 journos attended Dani's post-race debriefing. While I don't think I could ever root for the guy to win, he's still among the elite of the elite, and I'm always interested reading about how the fastest guys races unfold.

Total votes: 72

Sharing data

Journalists choose to share data. So Julian will have recorded the interview, then shared it with a couple of others. But there is so much to do that it's difficult for all of the journos to attend all of the debriefs. 

Total votes: 59

Would you rather....

Would you rather have a bigger bike problem and be closer to home ?

Last year after the Dutch TT my bike overheated due to a dead sensor in the radiator-fan-assembly, I was quite close to home, but there was a hole in my engine :P

Luckily, this year I went up and down to Jerez without a hitch (same bike, different engine).

Good luck in having it fixed and your ride back !

Total votes: 62

Your Story

Sad to hear the troubles with you bike. But it did give you something for a fascinating story. Problems like that tend to be one small part gone wrong. Wish you all the best of luck in getting it fixed. Great story though. Keep them coming!

Total votes: 66

Good luck!

Hi David,

I truly understand your woes, to be stuck far away from home with a broke down bike. Crashed my bike in Johor Circuit and broke my dry clutch pressure plate, waiting endlessly for a local van that milked me to my last penny. The same bike snapped a timing belt while on a trip to Cameron Highlands, leaving me with one a single twin :) but I was able to make it home, safe but frustrated.

I hope Lady Luck will smile at ya and bless you with a simple fix for all your troubles.

Great website, still need to mention even if I had been a fan for almost 5 yrs!

Nologicone.

Total votes: 60

oh wow

i feel for you David.

look on the bright side... at least this gives you an interesting story to write about anyway. :P

interesting to know about Pedrosa as well - thanks for your work!

Total votes: 59

Ugh!

Mr. Emmet,

Sorry to hear of your unfortunate, and always untimely, issue with your trusty steed this past weekend. I will spare you any boring comparisons to my own personal experiences (misfortunes?), as I'm sure you are not in the mood to care.......hopefully, everything gets sorted quickly and easily, and you are able to get home safely.....with money still in your bank account.

If you are planning on making the jump to Laguna, it would be great to get the opportunity to meet you.

Best of Luck,

Ron Sheldrake

Total votes: 55

When Disaster Strikes

I too have experienced that 'whatever' shrug from French authorities on a couple of occasions while traveling through France. It does make one grit one's teeth. Good luck with the rest of your journey.

"Faster, Faster, Until The Thrill of Speed Overcomes The Fear of Death." ~
Hunter S. Thompson

Total votes: 66

That's some bad luck.

Hope you are closer to home by now. And as the Dutch like to say: the French are the new Germans ;-)
I know many great French people, but I am afraid it does apply to the French authorities.

Total votes: 64

What a blog, that!

What a blog, that!

Total votes: 51

Sad to hear about the

Sad to hear about the troubles with you bike.Gook luck and have patience.
thanks for your work on the website.

Total votes: 63

OUCH.

Sorry that you're not in Texas, David. You would've been snowed under with invites to dinner, lodging, free towing, free mechanics, and endless beer.

Literally. I'm not making this up. And this is even if I WASN'T around to personally make sure that it happened. It really is surreal how nice people are here in Texas. I read your story, and I genuinely cannot fathom that happening here. You're as likely to see a person levitating while having lobsters crawl out of their ears as you are to being treated like THAT when you're in trouble. (And I'm still not able to grasp the fact that a BMW GS has broken down...)

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to buy a plane ticket to wherever you are, so that I can help. Or, if I can't swing that, I'm headed over to PayPal. :)

Total votes: 58

The kindness of others

David,

Alas, our society has in general degenerated to the point where kindness and generosity by others is a surprise. But incidents such as yours gives us reason to smile and hope.

I would add that your character and personality embody the kindness and generosity you received. We - your friends and followers - know what a good guy you are and are glad that you have been repaid "in kind".

Total votes: 60

Hey David, a little humor here...

Time to get a Yamaha...
FernandoARG

Total votes: 53

Gordon Howell Rocks

Gordon is a top bloke, always willing to help his guests and I hope to travel with him again later this year. I'll try to remember to buy him a beer to replace the one you stole.

Sorry to hear your tale of woe but it at least you can still laugh at it. Looking forward to reading your reports when they finally come.

Total votes: 66

The adventures of a moto journalist...

You'll look back with good memories and the friendship and mutual passions in the moto world were on your side.

Sorry for all the hassles but who knows you could of come back and your bike been gone ;-/

Cheers David and keep up the great work...
dd

Total votes: 56

Good ol' engines, eh? You

Good ol' engines, eh? You love em to bits except when they work!
Come this July I'll be taking a nice road trip down to Laguna Seca with a friend, and I can imagine the headache caused by such woes, in no way do I want any problems on my trip! :p
Just curious, do you speak French, at all? Were your problems compounded by the language barrier or were the French just plain ignorant? Not very appealing to hear they're not so helpful down there when I would love to go to Le Mans for the 24h race sometime.
Good luck, next time!

BTW, if in Laguna Seca you suffer from similar straits, I'll be in the track and will have a spot in my tent trailer saved for yah! And that goes for any poor soul out there in need of a place to stay during the race.

Total votes: 59

Wow i hate bikes..

Hey David, iam a bike mechanic..

you should never plan to make a time and destination on a BMW ( ask Ewan McGregor ) or a Triumph Rocket 3 and HD, the BMW and Triumph and HD dealer ship is next to my work and the break downs they receive on the back of a tow truck is amazing!!

A good bike to travel around on while over seas is a Vespa GTS 250 or 300. you can lock gear under the seat and they give such little trouble and break the speed limtis any where quickly.

i know most people think there girls bikes ( did for years until we got a Dealership in our shop) but the 300cc and 250cc bike are fantasic and the 125cc are sad.

Hope you get home safe.. and great stories any way

Total votes: 62

Consider this as another

Consider this as another chapter in your book "How I made it in MotoGP"!!

Total votes: 73

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