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Stuart Wainwrights Adventure on his Sinnis Cafe 125cc
Shortly after purchasing my brand new Sinnis Café 125 in May 2015, my friend announced that in the July of that year he would be moving down to Cornwall for 12 months volunteering with the National Trust. Staying in free accommodation right on the coast in Botallack, he said I'd be able to visit him and stay for a few days. So instantly looking at my motorcycle I thought, road trip! 400 miles and back from my native St Helens in Lancashire, plus a few detours I thought can I do it on a 125? I'd already broken in the new engine with day rides across Lancashire and Yorkshire taking in Forest of Bowland and it's single track roads and the Yorkshire Dales along with a couple of rides to the Lake District. Averaging 150-200 mile round trips depending on routes with a few stops along the way to rest the legs. So I already had confidence in the ability of the engine. Some people said it was too far on not only a little bike but a Chinese bike, not knowing that the engines are derived from proven Suzuki GN engines. So after some planning and adding Wales into the journey home I realised I had around 1000 miles ahead of me, using only A and B roads and hopefully averaging 50mph with all my luggage. I took the bull by the horns and my bike by the handlebars and off I went.






Setting off at 4am on a calm August Morning I left St Helens for Warrington where I'd join the A49 southbound where it would take me all the way to Hereford before the spaghetti bowl of A and B roads would unfold and I'd have to rely on my Sat Nav to get me beyond Bristol into the South West.
After recently being serviced the bike was running smoothly and felt comfortable despite the weight of my luggage over the back wheel. By midday after a couple of stops and having the traffic gods on my side I had covered over 200 miles and was on the other side of Bristol! I couldn't believe I'd made the halfway point and it was time for my first fuel stop as I'd hit reserve a few miles before it. 200 miles from a 10 litre tank averaging a steady 45mph. Not amazing speeds but you tend to pass through a lot of towns and villages with 30mph limits along most A roads. But you definitely get to see more of our country's stunning countryside.
After an hours rest and a good meal I set off for the second part of the slog to Botallack. My legs were sore but surprisingly my back and backside were not. The seat is comfy and the riding position makes for a nice ride. The bike fired up instantly and was raring to go as I made my way along the A38 towards the A39 where I'd cruise along the stunning Atlantic Highway and join the A30 into Cornwall. The A30 was and probably is still Hell on Earth! This is where I started to ache all over and get a little fed up on being sat on the bike. But after a little stop and a cold drink I noticed how glorious the blue skies where, the sun was still shining and my bike looked great sat there loaded up for adventure in the summer sun. I instantly perked up and climbed back on the bike, firing up instantly once again raring to go, as if to say "if I can hack the ride then you surely can" this is where I really bonded with the bike and developed a soft spot for it like many do with their motorcycles. It took me down the awful A30 and despite being loaded up with luggage still managed to climb to 60mph and sat there for 2 hours before hitting awful holiday traffic 40 miles from Penzance. After a lot of filtering and stopping and starting I made it to Penzance where I had another break before taking the final but short ride to the coast. By 5pm I'd made it to Botallack. 11 hours on the road! I was tired, aching and sore. But I was proud of my little machine getting me all the way without a hiccup.
I had a wonderful 4 days down on the Cornish coast. Using my bike to visit Lands End, Penzance, St Ives and neighbouring St Just (fantastic little pub crawl) and Pendeen. It was now time to set off for Barmouth, Wales.

With a full tank of fuel I set off on what was pretty much a similar journey back to Bristol except for the fact I stayed on the Atlantic Highway (A39) for most of it avoiding the A30. Stopping at the beautiful port town of Padstow for a pasty. My bike recieved plenty of attention parked up by the harbour, many older guys reminiscing the days of their youth where they too would be tackling long distance adventures on small bikes. "It reminds me of a Triumph Tiger Cub" has been a popular comment from the older generation. By early afternoon I could see Wales in the distance. After a fuel stop, drink and snack I made way for the border. The Shropshire roads were beautiful and my bike was happy with me throwing it into the twists and turns, into Wales and over the Cambrian mountains towards the coastal town of Barmouth were I'd be staying for a week in a lovely caravan right on the beach. During the week there I explored the Snowdonia National Park and surrounding coastal towns. The roads were amazing and the bike enjoyed them too. The only thing I needed to do after covering 900 miles was adjust the chain. The bike fired up every single time, without needing the choke. I think that was down to the lovely warm weather. By the end of the week I was packed up and ready to head home. After having so much luck with the weather, it finally ran out and my 2 and half hour ride home was during a downpour of rain for 2 hours of it. This didn't bother the bike though, the little 125 engine purred away and ran smoothly in the rain. Which was very heavy at times. I had plenty of grip in the wet too thanks to the rather wide rear tyre and good sized front tyre. A lot bigger than most 125s I've seen and owned which have tyres like those off of a bicycle! The sun finally came out and I'd dried off by the time I crossed the Runcorn bridge back into the heartlands of the Northwest.
1000 miles, One Thousand Miles on my little bike. The engine didn't skip a beat, the gear boxed remained smooth and precise for every single gear change. Of which there was many! Many had their opinions on what it was capable of but I proved them all wrong and surprised many others too. Not to mention inspire them. So once again this summer I'll be heading off on a new adventure, this time bound for the Scottish Highlands with a few friends. But this time over 7 days so the journey times are shorter and less harsh on the legs, back and backside! I'm excited and full of confidence in myself with the experience I've gained and more importantly have confidence and faith in my Sinnis Cafe 125 to do the job and get me there and back again. People are put off with touring because they think it's expensive and you need the latest GS and have Ewan McGregor as a friend. But it's simply not true.
You can travel on a budget like myself and you can do it on a great bike that doesn't cost the earth to buy or run. You won't get there fast and you won't get there without aching a little but you will get there. It just takes a little patience and passion for a great adventure. So I urge all fellow Sinnis owners to get out there and explore because you have the bikes to do it.

Next stop, the Western Highlands of bonnie Scotland. - Stuart Wainwright, Sinnis cafe 125 owner from St Helens.
Thanks Stuart - We love stories like this. We have sent you some things in the post.

If anyone else would like to tell us about a fantastic trip on their Sinnis, send it (with pictures) to MGarrod@Sinnis.co.uk and if we publish it we will send you a parts credit, or something special in the post!!

Stuart tells us he is going around Scotland next - we cant wait to see that :)



All the best, and dont forget to wave at fellow bikers