The challenge after the Dragon had to be the Elephant Rally.Held during January at the Nürburgring race circuit in the Eifel Mountains of Germany. In the early Seventies, guaranteed deep white snow.
The first time I went on this rally I was on the AJS 500 solo while Dave Parry and Derek Foster rode a Matchless twin combination. I only fell off once on the way there but it snowed heavily before we set off back.
I just couldn't stay upright when I started for home and it took all day to get to Blankenheim where we gave up and enjoyed a warm night in a Gasthof. There we met riders from the Leicester Query Club. It's a small world. Over night there was even more snow and I set off alone for the ferry while Dave and Derek did some sightseeing. I caught the late night ferry for Dover and was really glad to see dry roads in England. I got digs in Dover and was woken early the next morning by the sound of revving engines as the lorries struggled to get traction on the hill out of Dover. It was snowing a blizzard and before I got started the A2 through Canterbury was closed to everything but a desperate solo motorcyclist. I reached the M1 as it got dark and my lights had long since packed up. So I got behind a lorry and followed it the last hundred miles home.
You can read Derek's account from the 1968 Megaphone.
After that experience I did not attempt the Elephant solo again for five years. The following year Derek Foster and I took a Panther 600 cc sloper with a large sidecar. The Panther is a split single with two exhaust pipes from one cylinder. A jacket was brazed onto one pipe and this heated up a gallon can of water in the sidecar. The Panther drew a lot of interest in Germany. After the rally we took a break in Amsterdam and had lots of adventures in the freezing fog.
On one stage of the journey the front brake cable froze solid. I wasn't very concerned as we were only travelling slowly in the freezing fog and doing all the braking with the rear brake. I visited the lavatory when we stopped for fuel and when I returned to the forecourt Derek was furious. "Why didn't you tell me the front brake wasn't working!" he demanded. "The foot brake is fine." I explained. "Not when I'm riding it away from the fuel pumps sitting sidesaddle. We nearly had to walk home from here."
On another stage the carburettor froze open and I rode on for twenty minutes waiting for it to rattle free. In the end I turned off the fuel and hoped it would stop before we passed our turn-off.
The closest squeek we had was when an oncoming articulated lorry jack knifed his trailer across our path. The lorry couldn't stop and neither could we. At the last second the lorry driver hit the accelorator and pulled the trailer back into line.
For the following three years I took the AJS with a Jet 80 sidecar. The Jet 80 was made by Swallow Sidecars who changed their name to SS when they turned to making cars. During WW2 they changed their name again, this time to Jaguar.
Just because we were riding on the continent never stopped us riding on the left. Usually by mistake following a stop for food we would remount in a relaxed state and set off on the wrong side of the road, amused at the antics of the locals swerving out of our way. On one occasion we did it on purpose.
We gave up camping at the circuit for comfort in Brand just outside of Aachen. There we got to know Willy as he improved his gasthof to a hotel and eventually bought a large hotel in the city. I also met the Alan and Cynthia Dean here and listened enthralled to their tales of FIM rallies and Partitours with the International Motorcycle Tour Club. A new chapter opened. Summer continental tours. After years of winter rallies and camping in the snow the tours with the IMTC were paradise.
Here is a video from YouTube that captures the journey.
I went to the Elephant at the age of about 8 I think, which would have been 1972, with my father in a party of four outfits. I can remember the whole weekend from start to finish as if was yesterday.
- Freddie Kinchin
I was in Germany back in the '70s - and attended the Elephant Rally in '70 and '71. I had a Zundap KS601 with a Steib "Zepplin" sidecar. Unfortunately I returned to Norway for a holiday and my Green Elephant was stolen - well, the engine and front forks were taken - I wound up selling the sidecar.
- Len Whistler
Margaret and myself were honorary members of the club that had their clubroom at Machtemesmühle and started the Elephant Rally at a camp ground that was owned by a friend.
- Ken Wells
Done this great rally several times myself starting in 1981 when it was held in Saltsburgring, always solo starting with a Kawasaki Z400 twin then a BMW R65 then an XJ900F Yamaha
Since 1989 the Elefantentreffen has taken place at Loh/Thurmansbang-Solla in the Bavarian Forest. For the latest information visit the Bundesverband der Motorradfahrer website.
To capture a flavour of the Nürburgring Elephants you should explore the Altes Elefantentreffen am Nürburgring website that has photos, stories (auf deutch) and even the Elephant Song.
It to me is what biking is all about. No matter what the weather, just a great thing to do. Touring in England or on the continent. Just great.