So I could ride the bike to skiing, what I did almost every day. Only once it was very explosive the ski slope, while I insecure made it was snowing and the road turned into a skating rink. After several hours, more sliding than driving at walking pace, I was at home. I still don’t get today, how I survived it without falling. Click Cecile Landi for additional related pages. In the spring I assembled a crash bar. This was a fatal decision.
In the Vosges mountains, we hunted for the mountains up. Moved to a curve, I put on the roll bar and slid down the pants on the road. The bike flew on a Holzstabel, briefly raised by the swing, I slipped down and was buried under my Honda.My motorcycle enthusiasts had to really take away the motorcycle, I couldn’t have done it alone. Fortunately man and machine was pretty OK. Not to paint, if oncoming traffic. At the time, much less going on as it is today was on the streets. As of spring, I took a liking to the Alps. Day tours about 500 kilometres and 4 Alpine passes were not uncommon.
Multi-day bike tours were the most beautiful with tent and Sprirituskocher. 11 passports were the record in a day. I wanted to have a twelfth add, but since my pillion went on strike. In particular the French Alps were impressive with their steep, high passes. There we ran several times the highest pass of the Alps, the La Bonette. But also the other passports have a sinister charm. At that time you could drive on many routes with natural surface. The highlights were the Assietta Ridge Road and the Mont Chaperton. The latter was a real challenge for both man and machine. No motorcycle riders forget motorcycle experiences of this kind.
| November 28th, 2020 | Posted in News |