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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by AntiHero, Aug 8, 2014.
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Oh, you're in Dolomites. What a great roads up there! The entire Alps region is a World biggest playground for motorcyclists. I could ride there forever.
Dennis, Blue Blazer Red Alert: Those bastards at Gawker fired Sean MacDonald!
What do we do, now?
Is it Happy Birthday to you? Wherever you might be, hoist one! Cheers to another year.
All the best for the comming next year. Continue your inside travel.
Best wishes from me as well. Be safe. Be healthy. Enjoy the adventure of a lifetime.
So I'm way late to this game...back to page 13, maybe I'll catch up by winter.
So here's where I ended up in the Italian alps:
I've been reading silently this thread since day one. No need to add anything more to the greatness of the whole RR and everybody comments.
But on this one I have to. I'm also on a life journey that next year I hope will bring me back home after 12 years spent in a much much less desirable place, in a far away continent, for you know, the usual things: work, career, family.
I come from near Udine and I had to be far away for so long to understand how beautiful my land is.
You know, we call my region Friuli the "Piccola Patria", the Little Homeland. As there's everything you want or need just around you. Sea, Hills, Mountains, History and Traditions.
Keep rolling. From the ATM pic I've seen you stopped in Enemonzo. You should have tried their cheese. And boy, you were a shot of a gun far away from San Daniele and it's prosciutto crudo. :)
Fuckballs. I posted this a couple weeks back, but I guess I didn't. Fortunately it was saved as a draft.
As always, all of your comments are greatly appreciated, even if a few of them make me realize what I might have missed just a few meters or kilometers away. That's the crazy thing about all this travel--you realize that though you see so much, you only see a literal and figurative thread intersecting on a line with the world. The realization of just how enormous the world is is both wonderful and tormenting.
On with the line....
I stopped on the outskirts of a little village in the gravel parking lot of an abandoned church graveyard.
Wish I could rewind time and just watch processions of weddings, baptisms, funerals over the course of a hundred years. Even when nothing was happening the backdrop would still be like heaven (only without all the annoying people).
Who knows, maybe someone in the future will do just that. Rewind time. And see me hanging out here with nothing to do and nowhere to go.
(Going a little spaghetti western with the filter.)
Just like places in the world, there are places in the heart that do not yet exist; wander for them to come to be.
Narrowly missing an amazing nearby spot as you weave that thread through the world takes nothing away from where you were. I gave up on the "have to see it all, what if I miss something" mentality when traveling long ago. Appreciate where you are, go back if need to.
that's the beauty of it you could do the whole trip again and not see the same thing twice
So I started reading this RR, then I switched up and binge read your Coast to Coast RR, then finally caught up here. I have done nothing productive the last few days. Excellent writing and a great eye for the off beat. Well done. As many before have said I so love that you are doing this on a sport bike and not a purpose build dual sport with sponsors and a crash truck. THIS is the cool stuff on ADV rider.
Got excited when I saw this RR on the second page... would love an update on you whereabouts and how you're doing @AntiHero ...
Thanks, guys. And I'm happy you found the threads, Canadatriumphrider. There's still a PacNW RR and a Scrambler RR out there for ya.
So this was, I believe, the last photo I took in the Alps.
I've got lots of video. Make that plural. Lots of videos of this whole trip that I just haven't gone through. Ideally I'd like to produce a supercut of it all, but that will have to wait.
I made it to Bologna. I missed my hotel and made an illegal u-turn. Half way through the U-Turn I spotted a daylight blue car with a white stripe and what looked like rooftop lights. In my rearview mirror I could see the front end of his car lift with each shift through the gears. Clearly I'd become an excuse for his shifting at redline and chirping the tires every shift through the gears. Was he pissed or was he just in a hurry to thank me for giving him an excuse to haul ass on a crowded city street? Not a big deal, he was still pretty far back. With a green light in front of me and Viala Sandro Petrini (some sort of expressway) to my right, I could calmly make a right turn, then disappear. I'd already passed my hotel once without a good reason. Would not mind at all passing it again until.....damn it! RED light at just the wrong time.
I was maybe 100m from my hotel with a sidewalk full of pedestrians in front and a cop (one one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand) screeching to a halt on my left. I could have attempted to ignore him and just stare straight ahead if it wasn't for the 4-5 pedestrians that scattered when he looked like he wasn't going to stop in time for the crosswalk. I'd made it this far without a ticket and now, in Italy of all places, where the police are more relaxed than anywhere on the planet, had the Polizia Locale screaming something at me with both his hands and mouth. Was he mad or just happy to see me?
I killed the motor, but more so I could say something to him he might understand vs. the other way around. He was gesturing for me to pull over in...you guessed it, my hotel parking lot. I kept saying Non parlo Italiano, to which he replied something something something Spagnolo or Spagna, while pointing at my license plate. At this point, people were staring, he was getting angrier and I thought maybe I should put the kickstand down in the event he tries to tackle me.
With each mention of "Spagna" he seemed to get more angry. Aha, I thought. He hates the Spanish. Something was going on. As his reactions exceeded their ostensible cause, my thought shifted from, "how am I going to get out of this" to trying to figure out the source of his displeasure with the Spanish. "Did Italy just lose a football match to the Spanish National team? Did his girlfriend run off with a Matador?" "Did the autographed biography of Antonio Banderas he bought on eBay turn out to be a fake?"
Now, normally, we think only phrases like, "Wow, you look skinny in that outfit." "I really appreciate how much you correct me all the time." "Have I ever told you how much you mean to me?" And "Here's my ATM card" were the only kind of phrases with the power to melt hostility like it was marshmallow. But as I stood there on silent bike in the middle Via Emilia Ponente contemplating his hatred of the Spanish, I realized there's an easy way out of this. "No, non Spagna. CALIFORNIA. United States. Americano!" And just like that, his shoulders dropped and the expression of bitter contempt dissolved into curious enthusiasm. "California? Los Angeles?" Were followed by words foreign. Though I had no clue what he was saying, his hands did a very good job of translating. With a smile and a wave, he was off, and I pulled right into the parking he originally gestured me into. (Reminder: it was my hotel).
I grabbed some grub from a grocery, ate dinner and called it a night.
The hostess even let me park in the store room.
Maybe he was a moto gp fan? Rossi losing to the spaniards.
Or a Spaniard riding a Duc next year.
You and Baron von Grumble off of YouTube make me want to trade in my '95 K1100LT tourer for a superbike as my long term buddy.
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If you pass near Bergamo you have a beer offered
Great photos as usual Dennis and always soo good to see your doing well and out traveling. I have been in hiding over the past several months doing the all mighty fucking daily grind thing. How I wish I was riding around Italy. Read your book again the other day, reminded me to ring you up and wish you well. Stay safe and wishing you the best- Scott
Dennis, it has been a few weeks . . . were you lured to Misano to check out this sexy girl? (World Ducati Week)