The forecast for rain was a little pessimistic, although only by a whisker, so wet weather gear stayed in the saddlebags. Donna bullied her way through the early afternoon traffic, followed by a line of Harley and BMW ducklings, headed for the local Harley and BMW dealers - owned by the same people, conveniently located next door to each other. Alas, poor trading had forced both to fold since the last visit, but fortunately the Harley dealership has reopened under new ownership (complete with a Kiwi mechanic, married to a local girl, now resident for 10 years). As usual, I bought a T shirt I may never wear... Back into the traffic, gradually fighting our way into the mountains, move superlative riding ahead. Once free of the city, the houses and buildings all have the familiar design that has stood the test of time for 500 years, a sloped tile roof, wood and plaster construction, complete with geraniums and petunias in window boxes, not a hint of polystyrene or Hardiplank anywhere. Why change what works - something to be learnt! Virtually the only buildings showing any concession to modernity are the occasional supermarket or car dealerships - in fairness there were a few houses that had had architectural input in years gone by, but these were sadly dated carbuncles that really are an embarrassment to the landscape. The ride to Holzberg was another introduction to what lies ahead, the easy sweeping turns, long tunnels and local drivers - apparently we'll need to hone our skills as each of the above become more extreme day by day. A beautiful lake side town, marred only by aforementioned selfie sticks... We're back at the hotel, Alfresco dinner in the garden bar only a few minutes Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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