I thought I might share my experience so far and although I have only put 300kms on the clock, I must say I'm impressed with the upgrades. She definitely has a lot more getup and go. I'm not sure how many more "rampaging ponies" they have stuffed into the engine but it is VERY noticeable.
The gearbox is a revelation, not one false neutral and the shifts are solid and positive. Yes there's still a "clunk" but I was used to the "grind...clunk" of my CT. The symphony of the Ural gearbox is much like that of my '15 BMW GS, which I might add is sold as it got little to no use after the CT arrived!!
The suspension has changed and will get a good workout in the coming weeks. I noticed a big difference riding on our wonderful country roads. Far less moaning, groaning and thumping through pot holes.
The waving speedo needle is no more, replaced by a very fancy new speedo with no more MPH indicators. It features a digital readout for which there are a number of pages dedicated to in the user manual. I will read it one day! One thing that isn't on there and there are provisions for is a rev counter.
The fuel filter is gone from the right hand side of the tank and is no longer included in the service kit. The new fuel pump and it's associated bits now reside inside the petrol tank...so I am told. When you switch on the ignition the pump primes and then turns off. On the CT it would just continue until you started the bike. It starts very easily BUT can be a little lumpy until it warms up. I start her and let her run for a couple of minutes before taking off and then there is no problem.
I prefer the tractor seat so I have replaced the bench seat. They have made changes under the seat and you now have good access to the battery. BUT there is a mass of wires under the seat and above the battery and I mean a MASS. They have attempted to tidy the wires up and have done an excellent job of making it look like something from the 1930's!!! Never mind, it all adds to the "character" of the Ural. The tractor seat attachment points have been moved. I like my tractor seat so I had to fabricate a plate and attach the seat to that and then to the frame. Looks fine and I will soon paint it and nobody will be the wiser.
So, do I think I made the right decision? Very much so. I feel the changes are significant and thus far I can't find any negatives. I loved my CT and it is a damn fine machine, but Ural have done and excellent job with this new model. I don't regret my decision one bit and I'm looking forward very much to my future adventures.
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I was riding my Ural outfit with two mates, we were riding a mix of nicely groomed gravel roads and some easy going forest trails, skies were clear and it was hot. We were following a GPS route I had laid out prior to the trip. The GPS indicated to turn left but the track looked really old and we came to a quick decision not risk it and continue on.
A while later the GPS indicated a left turn down a track, headed with an impressive wooden sign marking the name of the track and some other stuff. Looked promising so we thought we’d give it a try.
We started down the track, down two fairly steep hills that I was confident we could get back up. Then for some reason I went down a decline I had no chance of getting back up! Honestly I have no idea why I rode down the damn thing. Mistake one, “DON’T GO DOWN HILLS YOU CAN’T CLIMB BACK UP”. Thankfully my two riding companions stopped at the top of the decline and wisely said they were, “not going down there”. I made an attempt to get back up but failed, slide back and ended up across the track.
Mistake two and the biggest mistake of all. I decided to push on and try and ride out. For some reason I kept saying to myself, “This is going to get better and I’ll soon be out of here”. Unless you are 100% sure there is a track out, you MUST, at the FIRST sign of trouble, stop and turn back. Believe me “it isn’t going to get any better”. By continuing you are only making the inevitable recovery mission that much harder. I should have left my outfit where it was, got a ride into the nearest town in the other outfit and arranged the recovery.
I rode on, down more steep declines with deep ruts until about 2 kilometers later I arrived at a junction. I had a choice, continue on straight down the track I was on or turn right onto a fire trail. Someone had written on the sign “To Cells River Road, Steep and Rough, GOOD LUCK!!”
I figured I’d try my luck on the fire trail I mean, “Fire trails are used by the RFS so they have to get fire trucks down”. Mistake three, never assume anything. My rescuers told me later, that not all fire trails are serviced, in fact very few are.
Phone coverage at this point alternated between “no service” and one bar. I managed to get an SMS to one of my riding colleagues that I was at a junction and intended getting off the track and following a fire trail and finding a way out. The first kilometer of the fire trail looked promising but it wasn’t long before it got really rough and steep again. Four kilometers later I was at the bottom of the fire trail and started my ascent up the other side. I rode another 100 meters and ended up getting crossed up and hung up between two very deep ruts. I was now in a hopeless situation, couldn’t go forward or backwards and I FINALLY realized I needed rescuing.
For the first time in this ordeal I stopped and thought about what I was going to do. I had “no service” on my phone where I was so I decided I had to walk to a point where I could summon help.
I was hot and sweating madly so I changed into a pair of shorts, a long sleeve shirt and put on my walking shoes. Next I drank some water and realized I only had 600ml left so I’d better take it easy. I thought the shortest course of action would be to continue up the hill I was currently on and hopefully I’d get phone reception at the top of the hill. Mistake four, I already knew where I could get phone reception so why go looking for it? My reasoning was that I wanted to avoid a steep uphill walk and I believed I could get coverage from the top of the hill I was currently on.
I put my phone, GPS, jump starter and charging leads in my pockets, grabbed my rain jacket and my water. Up the hill I went, it was steep, hot and thirsty work. I would estimate I walked about a kilometer, but it felt like five!! At the top of the hill “no service” and now I only had two mouthfuls of water left. I decided to walk back down to the bike and have a think about what to do next. I remembered riding through a puddle in a dried creek bed at the bottom of the hill so I knew there was water just below the bike.
I was buggered when I got back to the bike. I thought, before I make any more stupid decision I should sit down, recover and have a think about what to do next. I broke out my camping chair and sat down. The stuff in my pockets was poking into my side when I sat down, so I took it all out and put it in a pile on the ground. I sat for along while, drank the rest of my water and made a decision to walk back to the junction of the track and fire trail where I last had phone reception. I had two water bottles, I’d fill them up on the way. I gathered up my things including the two water bottles and started the great trek back up the big hill. Mistake five, before you leave make sure your have EVERTHING with you, take your time and double check (more about this later).
I filled my water bottles from a puddle in the creek and walked up the hill slowly, stopping to rest, catch my breath and “sip” my water that had a curious tobacco flavor. I was really thirsty so it didn’t bother me. After what seemed an eternity (probably an hour) I reached the junction where I last had phone reception. I was elated. I switched on my GPS, took the co-ordinates of my current position, typed a “come rescue me, I’m not injured” message and pressed send…“no service”. Damn what the hell’s going on? Suddenly I had one bar…pressed re-send and the message went off. “Well at least they know exactly where I am, that I wasn’t injured and I need rescuing”. It was then I noticed I had around 15% charge left on my phone. I reached in my pocket took out the charging cables and…well damn I left the battery on the bike!! How bloody stupid of me.
So now I had to manage my water consumption and my phone battery. I hadn’t got a return message so I sent the same message to my other riding companion and my wife. I got a call but it was hopeless because neither of us could hear anything and the net result was my battery power dropped another 3%. Then I got a text saying the “coppers” are on their way and they’ll be with you in 30 minutes. My spirits lifted and I drank half of what was left of my water and saved the other half for 15 minutes when I would be rescued. Mistake three, made for a second time, don’t assume anything. If someone messages you that you’ll be rescued in 30 minutes, don’t plan on them being there in exactly 30 minutes. More importantly don’t manage your resources around those 30 minutes.
Fifteen minutes later I drank the other half of my water and started to think of what I was going to say to my rescuers. The situation I was in was entirely of my own making. I had made many bad decisions, was ill prepared and I felt like a complete fool.
I sent a message saying I was switching off my phone to save battery and would switch back on every half hour. I sat and waited and on the half hour, turned on and sent a message “I’m OK and will wait in my current position”. I was starting to get thirsty again. Half an hour later I switched on again and this time received a few messages, very comforting knowing there are a number of people who know where you are. I told everyone I was OK and waiting in my current position. I turned off and had 2% left. Half hour went past and I turned ON and repeated my messages this time leaving my phone on until it died. I was now really thirsty and on a number of occasions I got up with the intention of walking down the hill to the water but somehow managed to stay put.
I think it was 3 hours from getting the initial message that help was on its way, to the time my rescuers turned up. My phone was flat and I had run out of water long ago.
Finally the 4X4 lights came into view and I was saved. I remember covering my face I was so ashamed, at the same time I was elated and relieved I wouldn’t have to spend the night in the bush. I was asked by two of Wauchopes finest, “How the hell did you get down there?” We were all laughing, me mainly from the shear relief of being rescued, but I knew it wasn’t funny. A decision was made to get out of there before it turned totally dark and I would come back the next day and pickup the bike.
The next day I went back to my bike with a rescue vehicle. We moved the bike off the track than drove up the track and found a way out. I ended up being towed 100 meters up the hill then rode the remainder of the way out which took around an hour or so.
I made a lot of mistakes and learned a lot of lessons. The single most important lesson I learned is when you “first” realize you’ve made a mistake “STOP AND THINK”. Weight up your options and consider the consequences. If you can turn back, even if it means back tracking three hours down a rough track and getting to you destination very late, do it. You’ve come this far so you should be able to go back. I believe water is the single most valuable resource you can carry with you. I will never venture out again unless I have AT LEAST 3 liters of water with me and will carry more if I can. Getting dehydrated is no fun and the consequences are disastrous, both physically and mentally.
I will be going on many more adventure rides and I look forward to riding down many more challenging tracks. However, from now on I will stop, access my situation and if I can’t see a way out I will turn around. I have purchased a tracker that allows me to message out via satellite, a PLB, an electric winch and I have a list of safety and recover gear that I will carry with me. I learned a hard lesson, I hope you learn something to.
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Comrade John the Father of Ural in Australia
During the rider briefing at Walcha, Comrade Jon told us we would spend most of the day above 1000 meters on forestry roads which included a couple of deepish creek crossings and a few steepish hills with the emphasis on “ish”. Then in a hushed tone the Comrade mentioned to the attentive throng, “much of the track is clay and as you can see it’s raining and it’s going to get wetter!” Damn I thought, why is everyone looking so happy, haven’t they ridden a bike on wet clay before?
Never Too Old or Too Young For a Sidecar
The Group Assembled
Mount up was called, everyone put wet weather gear on and as we pulled off it stopped raining! Forty-one kilometres down the Oxley we turned left onto the good stuff and removed our wet weather gear and yes it started raining…funny that’s never happened before! The road surface was great, no dust, long sweeping corners and beautiful countryside. On into the forests and our first “Steepish” hill and yes it was raining and yes the hill was clay. Momentum is the name of the game and after a couple of false starts everyone congregated at the top of the hill and stories abounded of how, “I just road up this slick hill and it was incredibly steep”. Several “steepish” hills were to follow and by the last one there were no false starts and of course the hills were now “near on vertical”.
Steepish Hill
Our next challenge was a “deepish” creek crossing. Rocky entry, rocky bottom, and slippery exit. If you ask some, “the creek was easily over a meter deep”. Yes indeed. The crowd on the far bank swelled as each crossed over, as did the number of cameras. Who was going to be the first to fail? Alas, all got through without an issue, infact one “show off” even pulled a wheelie on exit. A sidecar wheelie involves lofting the front wheel, bulging the eyes and forming a “Ph” with your lips and screaming something, followed by “I did that on purpose you know!”
Deepish Creek
After all that excitement, Comrade Jon guided us to our lunch stop, a quaint shelter with open fire and tables and chairs. Out of these sidecars came refrigerated Eskys full of food and cold drinks. Delicious home baked cookies were handed round, wet weather gear was taken off…and it started raining again. After an hour, wet weather gear was dragged on, we departed and it stopped raining!
Lunch stop
The ride back to the Oxley was just as good as the morning’s ride, up and down hills through beautiful rain forests and over creeks. All this on lovely wet slippery roads, the kind of roads that strike fear into the hearts of many adventure riders who wish they were anywhere but there! The last 5 kilometres flashed past in a feast of fast, sweeping, cambered roads and we joined the Oxley again for a sedate ride into Port Macquarie and our overnight stop.
Re-Group at the top of a hill
Ural Accessory Part # 15467 - Umbrella and Holder!!
The ADV salute
Following morning, we rode onto the Hibbard Ferry for the crossing to “the other side”. The Comrade’s briefing was…well brief. A little bit of bitumen followed by a big bit of gravel and a largish, steepish uphill climb and the road is clay and it’s been pouring all night. I won’t say a cheer went up but I looked around at some very happy smiling faces.
Morning Ferry Ride - The Master and Apprentice
We went straight onto dirt and after a fast run, Ural “fast” that is, arrived in Kempsey for fuel. One thing about riding a Ural is when you hit an 80 zone and look down at your speedo to adjust your speed, you are generally doing 75kph and need to speed up to the 80 limit! On to Bellbrook for morning tea and the refrigerated Eskys spewed forth and tea with cake, home baked biscuits and other delights appeared. Very civilised these Ural people and don’t they know how to survive in style, in the wild.
Self Indulgent Arty Shot
Carbbie Version - Lever Above Peg is the Reverse Lever
The post tea ride saw us on some excellent roads, racing through beautiful countryside following the Macleay River. It was here that we had our first unscheduled stop! A puncture in a German made tyre…those damn Germans! At our lunch stop the spare was taken off the boot lid of the offending bike and the wheel replaced, all in 10 minutes! For the second year in a row, we had no breakdowns or problems with any of the bikes except the puncture, which we are blaming on the Germans.
Uralists
Puncture fixed, bellies full and ears ringing from heroic tales of yesterdays ride we departed for the “largish, steepish uphill climb”. As we departed a “gentleman” in a Kombi made sure he got out in front of us, don’t you just love that! We let him go and someone made mention of where his car was manufactured and a reference to the punctured tyre was made!!!
Ural Art
1st Aid Kit Contains Vodka and Tinned Sardines - Very Sensible
Nice Leather Courier Case
When we did take off we ended up on what has to be one of THE most exciting rides I have been on. We slipped, slid, laughed and smiled our way up the hill. It was epic! We regrouped at the top of the hill in the pouring rain, everyone was smiling, laughing and talking excitedly about their trip up the hill. It was an amazing ride and one that I would never have attempted on two wheels…OK maybe the first 100 metres! I cannot wait to go back and do it all again no matter what the conditions.
Clay sticks to Everything
Resting
Top Of The Hill and Nearing The End Of The Ride
For the record, Mr Kombi struggled along and after following him for a while, he finally succumbed to the conditions and had to turn around and return to the bottom…don’t push in front of bikes - Karma will get you!
From there we rode on to Armidale and then on to Ural HQ in Uralla and sadly the end of this year’s Ural Adventure ride. That evening we had an excellent meal at the Top Pub and people told huge lies about how they nearly came to grief on the ride and how “if it weren’t for their skill in riding a sidecar they would probably not be here to tell the story”. All true you know!
A big thank you to Clare and Mat at Ural Australia for putting on the event it was a wonderful experience. Comrade Jon Taylor, you have excelled and put together an excellent route yet again. I and I’m pretty sure, all the others on the ride are already looking forward to next year’s ride. 21 outfits left on the adventure and 21 returned without incident. Given the conditions the bikes performed exceptionally and for the 2nd year in a row, no breakdowns. Go Ural!
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