I seem to have made it a habit to be in Europe this time of year, October, as I have been doing it for several years now. It makes a nice break in the year, especially since it is still usually hot here in Arizona where I live, yet seriously much cooler there and thus a much more enjoyable riding experience. Coupled with the possibility of seeing some great things along the way, it makes it all a very worthwhile experience despite being such a far trip to make. So my summer here in Arizona was not the best. I was finishing up rehabbing a house when big storms came and blew the roofs off of my father’s business…..meaning I spent the month of July roofing instead of by a lake or beach somewhere. While I did adjust to being outdoors better this year than others, I was still looking at getting some cold air on me as soon as I could, which was a one week vacation in October from work. It was a little earlier this year than the others by a week, but that gave me hope of safer weather as snow has been known to fall within days of my departure in the past. My trip usually begins with a long drive from Tucson to Phoenix to catch an early flight, but this time it began close to home, and at Tucson International Airport. I had the joy of meeting several of my students at the airport that morning as they were off on a school trip with our principal to Washington D.C. on a flight just before mine. My students that were there were shocked to see how little I was taking with me….some motorcycle gear and my helmet. I never take clothes back and forth anymore as I just leave them in the luggage of my TransAlp so I do not waste any space. After so many trips of hauling clothes back and forth I realized finally how silly it was. They flew off towards the sunrise that I would be going off into in just a few more minutes myself. A short flight and I was in Dallas/Ft. Worth and onto the next plane which I would stay on all the way to Frankfurt. It was one of the worst flights I have ever been on in my life. The seat was small, I could not get comfortable and it was basically misery all the way to Frankfurt. To make it worse, my brand new MP3 player blew up before it even had 15 minutes on it. But I got to Frankfurt okay, got myself out to the sidewalk and managed to find the bus to Hahn Airport. I had never done it this way before, as I usually meet someone at the airport or have rented cars out of Frankfurt, so this was a new experience. It was so much closer to my friends house though, and so it was really worth it to do it this way. 13 Euros and a short ride later I was at Hahn, with perfect timing too, as I noticed my friend Thorsten pulling into the airport at the same time that our bus was arriving. Some of you might know Hahn as it was a big NATO base for over 40 years. Now it is a small international airport (although international is not in it’s name) used mostly by small carriers like RyanAir. It’s a small airport, but it’s apron would let you put a 747 or even an An-124 if you had to. Connected to Frankfurt also, it only a nice little ride to get there.