When life gives you lemons, go ride Lemonade!
2018 The Alps Again
We got to ride in the Alps again!
When we toured Europe in ‘06, ‘07, ‘08 we wrote it up in these pages and they were read by motorcyclists in several countries. One of those readers was a rider from our own home town. He purchased a used GoldWing and had it shipped to Europe in 2014. He and his wife have become good friends. Last fall he decided that this year’s trip in May would be his last and asked my advice on selling the bike. I said “I’ll buy it.” So we acquired a used 2001 GoldWing that is already in Europe. It is yellow, just like “Lemonade” here in the States and is already named “Buzz”. It doesn’t have ABS so I have to avoid the “too much front brake” that caused our trip ending wreck in 2008 but is essentially the same bike as we have here.
After agreeing on the price, easy because he set it very reasonable and I wasn’t going to argue, we ordered tickets to Germany. This was in October, 2107. Much could go wrong, but everything went well and after their trip in May we paid and headed to Germany in June for two weeks. We’re both working and couldn’t reasonably get more time off.
The bike is stored with Knopf Tours in Heidleberg, Germany.
This was our first view of Buzz. Stefan Knopf had is outside ready for us. Stephan
has a bike storage, rental, tour, B&B, repair, etc. business. He has been doing it
for many years. He does bike transport to the Daytona Beach Rally for Europeans that
want to visit the USA. He is about a hour south of Frankfurt which has a major airport
for freight and passengers. When we shipped the “White Dragon” to Europe this is
where we got it and cleared customs. A train (S-
We then headed to the German Treffen. A “Treffen” is what the GWEF (Gold Wing Federation of Europe) calls their rallies. Each country in Europe has a Treffen on a weekend. Each country has its specified weekend that is the same each year. One could travel all of Europe, including the old “Iron Curtain” countries through Treffen attendance. This picture is the preparation for the “Parade of Nations”. Each country that attends has all their bikes grouped together in a very long parade through the local town and countryside. The police block cross roads and it stops only for trains that may be crossing the route. The bikes are often decorated with banners and country flags and colors.
We were there only on the final day. We watched the parade, checked out the goody booths and watched the awards ceremony.
The host country always provides some entertainment to the crowd.
Germany provided kids in lederhosen doing some dances.
And some adults doing the same.
If you notice in the center is a log and some axes. This is a wood-
This was somewhat entertaining but we had seen it before at our last visit to a German Treffen.
The next morning it is back on the Autobahn (freeway to Americans) and headed south to Italy and Passo dello Stelvio.
We arrived at this walled town in the late afternoon. Too late to try for the pass. We had a beer in the town plaza and got a room at the Post Hotel. (The Post is their mail system and many towns still have the hotel associated with it. For Americans think of the stage coaches and stage stops of the old west.)
We have been over the pass before and this is why we’re here again. What is not shown is the whole bunch of switchbacks behind the hill with the power pole.
There are 48 of them. And they are sharp, not rounded like American switchbacks.
These switchbacks climb like a flight of stairs.
Other places the road is protected from avalanches by a roof as it clings to the side of the gorge.
Another delight is coming around a curve and finding a castle guarding the access to the valley. Today it is completely ineffective but at one time it collected tolls and guarded the village.
The bad, there was also a lot of construction. Both on the Autobahn and in the mountains.
We spent 10 days riding the Alps, crossing about a dozen passes with hundreds of switchbacks before we headed back to Stefan’s. Some of the passes I had marked to cross were still closed by snow or rock falls. It was still early in the season. We spent the nights in hotels we found as we went along.
We had dinner at a local restaurant that has been serving locals 1687. That is 90 years before America declared independence from Great Britain. The food was great!
We spent the last day at Stefan’s packing the stuff to leave, packing the stuff to take home, changing the oil in the bike and putting it to bed in the storage area.
Stefan takes good care of your bike by letting it sleep on Oriental carpets.