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Two men, two 50cc scooters, two thousand miles and one hell of a journey.

Starting on June 17th we intend to set off from Cheltenham to John O'Groats. When we get there we will turn around and set off for Lands End. Having arrived at Lands End, its time to return home to Cheltenham. A total distance of approximately 2000 miles, and just to make it a little more of a challenge we intend to do it all in just seven days. This is all in aid of Cancer Research to enable them to continue their work in developing cures and possibly vacines against this terrible disease.

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Well as you will no doubt know by now, we didnt make it. Day one to Preston went well and passed off uneventfully, and day two started off bright and sunny.The weather turned a bit gloomy as we crossed Shap Fell and on through Carlisle but kept dry. As we approached the border on our way to Perth the weather closed in and it started to rain. By the time we reached Edinburgh we were enjoying some traditional torrential Scottish rain. After getting rather lost we eventually made it to Perth and tried to dry out for the next days trip to John O'Groats. Sunday dawned bright and sunny, and we set off refreshed and keen. The ride to Inverness through the Cairngorms was spectacular, and something I will be doing again. We stopped off in Inverness for lunch and all was well. Not long after we set off North I noticed the exhaust on Nigels bike was loose and we pulled over. An examination of the bike showed the front forks had seized, no doubt a victim of the previous days rain, and the pounding of the roads had caused the exhaust mounting bracket to fracture. A quick call to the AA confirmed that Nigel would be unable to carry on and he had to be recovered home.

After Nigel had to drop out, I carried on to John O'Groats via the spectacular A9 coast road, and arrived at my hotel around 8.00pm. Monday dawned cool and misty and I was dreading another wet day but I set off Southwards at around 9.15am, and once I had reached Wick, some 13 miles down the road, the weather had cleared. Filling up at Wick I set off back to Perth. The 120 miles to Inverness passed by uneventfully, if a little slowly, and I had made the half way point by early afternoon. After Inverness its the road back through the Cairngorms and the sun had started to come out. Things were looking rosy, despite now being on my own. I made it to the hotel in Perth at 7.50pm and settled down for a well earned sleep.

Tuesday dawned damp and drizzly, but I put on a brave face along with my waterproofs and set off to Stirling. I negotiated Stirling succesfully and then it all started to go pear shaped. This has to be one of the most poorly signposted areas in Britain, and this linked to the changing of A roads into motorways and then renumbering the old A road led me on a merry tour of Southern Scotland. By now it was raining heavily and persistantly, but I had found the road home. I arrived in Hamilton in the early afternoon and the rain showed no signs of letting up. Still suffering from the lack of road signs I stopped at Styathclyde Windscreens for directions. Opening the office door, I stood dripping on their doorstep and was hastened in side by the manager, a lovelty lady called June. June gave me very comprehensive directions, even drawing me a map, and I went back out into the storm feeling happier. That mood lasted all of two minutes when the moped refused to start. An ominous red light on the instrument panel indicated that the immobiliser had failed. Going back inside I explained the situation to June who let me call the AA. As soon as I had hung up June was foisting tea and a bacon roll on me and putting my sopping wet clothes next to their heater. The AA arrived and the patrol man confirmed the dead immobiliser and arranged transport home. So after 3 1/2 days and 991 miles our excellent adventure came to a sad and early end.

Still, there is always next year!