Priest in the Church of England. Father, husband, son. Keen biker.

Category: General Ramblings (Page 11 of 19)

General thoughts on bikes… and stuff.

Sleeping mat number crunching

Well who’d have guessed it? There are loads of people out there who think that thermarests are pretty damn cool. I have to agree – they are… but I just wanted to do some basic number crunching comparing thermarest with exped.

So – we’ll take my Exped 7 DLX as the base and then compare that with a ‘comparable’ thermarest and then the smallest thermarest.

Stats on the 7 DLX

Cost: £115
Size: 193×65 cm / 76×26“
Thickness: 7 cm / 2.8“
Weight: 1170 g / 41 oz
Packed: 30×15 cm / 12×6“

The nearest thermarest I can find is the LuxuryCamp™ XL

Cost: £104.99
Size: 196×76 cm / 77×30″ (3cm longer, 11cm wider)
Thickness: 6.3cm / 2.5″ (1cm thinner)
Weight: 2295 g / 5lbs 1 oz (a massive 1125g heavier)
Packed: 76×14 cm / 30×5.6″ (wow – this is the biggy – it’s 46cm wider but 1 cm thinner when packed)

What I can’t quite work out is that if this mat is thinner when you’re lying on it where does the extra come from when it’s packed – ahh it’s because it’s 11cm wider – but that still doesn’t account for it being nearly .5m wider than the exped – that’ll be the down at work.

In order to get a thermarest that packs to the same size as the exped you have to go for something like the ProLite 4™ (large) which packed comes in at 13×5.1in. (33x13cm) but is only 3.8 cm deep… not that comfy.

Obviously both brands have smaller and larger mats – but I just can’t get over the difference in the weight and pack size for a more comfortable mat that can also deal with a greater range of temperatures and comes with all the same bells and whistles like chair conversion kits and strap on pillows (from the pack cover).

Comfort does not come cheap

It may not be cheap, but £115 for total sleeping comfort is worth every penny. I love camping, there’s nothing I’d rather do that get way out into the countryside in the middle of no-where and sit staring at the stars. But when I crawl into my little tent I do actually want to sleep.

There’s a glut of cheap ‘simple’ sleeping mats on the market – in fact there are also some pretty expensive ones – things like the thermarest – but does anyone else think that they’re just the biggest things ever!? I mean… who is going to pack one of those on the back of their bike?

Sure, the small one is tiny, but it’s so thin that even my little 10 month old kitten would find it uncomfortable. So enter the king of sleeping mats – the Exped 7 DLX!

The thing you have to understand of course is that this is no ordinary mat – oh no – it’s actually filled with down – and because down compresses so damn well it packs up really really tiny – much smaller in fact than the smallest thermarest. Having said all that when you inflate it – it’s wonderfully comfortable – even my large frame doesn’t touch the floor and it’s toasty warm on the coldest of nights.

It’s also quite clever – none of this just leave it inflate and then top up with your breath (which actually puts water into your mat and shortens it’s life) no! You use bag it comes in to inflate it! Amazing!

There are some funky videos and stuff over on their website over here – but I can’t link to them directly thanks to silly javascript and frame funniness.

In short this thing is amazing – and I’m beginning to feel that I’m cheating on this whole ‘roughing it’ trip.

Dirty dirty naugty rubber toys

I knew I wouldn’t be able to make it all the way to Morocco without some rubber – I mean – how is man supposed to travel all those miles, all alone, astride a vibrating 600cc motor and not want for a bit of rubber between his buttocks.

So I bought some…

Dirty naughty rubber toy

And very comfy it is too!

Looking at the stars

The thing I think I’m most looking forward to when I get up into the Atlas Mountains is the stars.

Every time I go home to Wales I’m amazed at the number of stars I can see, the way the night sky just comes to life in a way that no-where in London or the South East can match. Then I start to imagine what the night sky must be like when there’s nothing within 100 miles of you, no Cardiff or Newport spewing out watts and watts of unwarranted light into the night sky.

What treasures await me whilst I sit outside the tent, hot chocolate in hand gazing up at an unpolluted sky.

Test Map

I very rarely put up test posts but I can’t see another way of doing it – I’m trying to find a service that will allow me to build maps very easily then plant them in the site very easily.

Ian Forrester put me onto quickmaps – and that appears to work – well if you see a map below it’s worked.

Ohhh….. I do like to be….

…beside the seaside! And so on.

Mark With is 40, divorced and riding a motorbike around the coast of Europe. He is certifiable, but by God I envy him no end. I’ve really been enjoying his flickr stream, with beautiful shots of sweeping coast lines and cloudless skys.

It rather helps matters that he’s riding a stunning Triumph Bonnie, built in a factory so far away from the sea it just seems right that it’s being dragged around the coast line.

Mike is an inspiration, and it’s his photo sets that have given me the drive to make sure I make it to Morocco in three weeks time 🙂

Beside The Sea Side Triumph

Oh I do like to be….

…beside the seaside! And so on.

Mark With is 40, divorced and riding a motorbike around the coast of Europe. He is certifiable, but by God I envy him no end. I’ve really been enjoying his flickr stream, with beautiful shots of sweeping coast lines and cloudless skys.

It rather helps matters that he’s riding a stunning Triumph Bonnie, built in a factory so far away from the sea it just seems right that it’s being dragged around the coast line.

Mike is an inspiration, and it’s his photo sets that have given me the drive to make sure I make it to Morocco in three weeks time 🙂

Beside The Sea Side Triumph

Where it all began

I’ve often wondered where it all began. Where and when did I first get interested in Motorbikes. Was it because my next door neighbour when I was very young had a very very loud Kwack that would wake the whole street every morning? For years I thought that was it, the excitement of running to my bedroom window and seeing the super cool neighbour blasting into the morning sun… but no.. I was wrong… it all began here;

A very young me on a scooter

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