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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by tagesk, Dec 9, 2007.
Lucky! Sounds fantastic. We would be there Sunday, but c'est la vie.
Thanks so much for this continuing series of great reports! Your insights and advice are really helpful and entertaining, and that is a difficult combination for many writers to achieve. I have started your thread at the beginning so I am slowly catching up.....
But I must say that your friends in post #135 are giants like you!! What? Is there something in the water in Norway that grows people like trees?
I hope someday to come to Tuscany, ride one of your bikes, and we will go have a nice lunch somewhere!
Thank you for spending your time reading.
I am (still) working on the Piemonte - Sardinia - Nordkapp (14.500 km) report.
About size: If you include my wife, the four of us in Post 135 have an average of above 180 cm
Without her we're about 190 cm average.
I miss this thread.
>"I miss this thread."
Tage, I also miss it ...
Ditto the above !
great thread.... many thanks.
If I know Tage, he's probably busy 'riding the ride' rather than 'riding the report'.
Where are you, Tage?
Always a joy to read.
come back, Tage, come back!
Okay all you followers of Tage and "Riding in Tuscany"....I have it on good authority that he has been up in the land of the frozen north putting his shoulder to the wheel to replenish his coffers a bit, but that the time is almost coming when he will be returning home and, one hopes, finishing that last ride report and posting many more! My message: don't give up the ship!
Just finished the entire thread. More more!!
I too, am missing one of the more diverse and intelligent ride reports on the interwebz. In the meantime I have had to amuse myself by actually riding. The ride report "Coast to Coast on an Italian Supermodel" has also provided some intellectual stimulation but I miss Tage and his Tuscan wisdom.
This is the first in a series of eight. List of all the parts at the
end of this post.
The text discussing a picture is always below the picture itself.
In an effort to try something new, all images are "clickable" in this
Finally, I've updated the very first post in Riding in Tuscany to hold
links to the most interesting reports.
There is something with self portraits. When I look at a this one--for
example--it is obvious that the picture shows what I look like. But
more importantly, it shows how I want to be seen. Together, the two
might capture who I am. We see a mature man who not only with great
care have avoided buying a Canon or Nikon, but who also have used
black tape so that no one can see which camera he has. A man who uses
a mechanical instrument called watch (rarely seen outside Italy,
these days), sitting in a bar in Roma, finding it convenient to show
who he thinks he is. The picture is, at best, a reflection of the
self rather than of reality. If your belly is is too large, it is
hardly natural (at least not for me) to let it show (too much) on
self portraits. No matter how much your belly is part of "reality".
After my near-death experience a few years back, I spend quite some
time thinking about Life, Universe, and Everything. I think about the
difference between who I am and who I want to be, and similarly
I watched the picture when I took it and I looked at it again in the
privacy of my office. Do I see the man I feel I am? Is this the man
I want to see? Who is he? The problem is that I have faith in man's
ability to change himself. So, if I don't like what I see I need to
do something. But what is "something"?
What does a man think, when he sitting next to a woman on a bench on
the Metro in Roma, when the woman is a nun and she is sending an SMS?
Nuns are not supposed to send SMS. What about men not accustomed to
nuns (like me)?
A bench at the Gemelli station in Roma is no different than a bench at
Jernbanetorget in Oslo. A public place with thousands of people
passing by, but still a little private universe. The man does not look
at the nun, but he knows she is there. Ans it is a she, not a thing.
I look at the empty bench here on my side of the platform, and try to
feel that I would have though if she was here on this side. What fills
your mind, waiting for the train, next to a woman on a bench in a
train station? The man has chosen to divide his part of the bench in
two equal parts. Would I have done the same? Or further away because
nuns is a foreign concept for me, religion on that level in general in
I try to learn more about myself.
Nuns are strange, but in Roma there are many other things you can be
fascinated by. Marble, for example. Here, then, is the question: Are leaves
made in marble beautiful? Leaves out in Nature must surely be better?
Or is it the dedication and effort behind it all, that gives rise to
this feeling of beauty? The smooth, cool, but yet hard surface.
Roma is a good place to ponder on all this. No, thatis not correct.
Roma is a good place to harvest impressions, perspectives and points
of view. But there is simply too much noise in Roma to think. Mulling
over Life and Death, Love, Universe, and Everything, that is what I do
when I ride my motorcycle. This time, I am riding on Sardinia.
The report is in eight parts; they are
Shakespeare (or, Getting there)
Old men (or, Riding alone)
Love (after a small delay)
A day together with Edel (or, getting old)
First round-trip (forthcoming)
Second round trip (forthcoming)
Going home (forthcoming)
The list will be updated with links as soon as the reports are ready.
Capa Superiore della Famiglia has arranged everything that need to be
arranged. Not only is she far better than me in those affairs, she
also feels the need to do them. So I let her.
I prepare by going to Roma and looking at marble.
In short: We rode the 270 km down to Civitavecchia, took the ferry to
Cagliari south on Sardinia, rode 2.300 km, too the ferry back to
Civitavecchia from Olbia in the north, and then rode home.
Our SPOT tracked the whole trip (in real time). You can study the log
Thank you for your attention; I hope you will not be left with the feeling that
your time has been wasted.
Welcome back! Good shots and good "words"!!!
The man sits as though half the bench is his space. The nun sits as though the entire bench is her space. Did the nun sit first? How much space does a human require?
Welcome back! Looking forward to your report!