Somewhere in the bowels of the Columbia Highway
Ok, you slugs. Dust ‘em off & charge up the batteries. The season has arrived.
Pit Stop lounging by the Cape Cod Canal February 2016.
No traffic. No complaints. Just 356 miles of fresh air, sunshine, old bikes, old cars, old planes & old guys.
Well the party’s over , no regrets . Everything went without a hitch except a minor issue in Strasbourg’e when Guzzie acted up only because earlier in Andorra hit a massive (only) pot hole , forks bottomed out hence shorten out wiring harness . Can’t wait to do it again . The only change I would make is get a bike with the intentions of walking away from it and departing from anywhere but UK . Rained when I got here , rained when I left . Not feeling well this morning having been subjected to an inedible British rubbish ((breakfast) food , looking for a chemist ( pharmacy) to purchase rat poison to get the bad taste and effect from my mouth . I’ve been lugged & a guest
(40 years ago in former Yougaslava ) of the local constabulary but ate better than anywhere here .
(Incarcerated for molestation of the state , urinating in public , go figure ) . Nothing that two bars of chocolate approx. , $6.20 in various change and 1/2 bottle of wine couldn’t fix after 2-1/2 hrs. of intervention . well its 9:00 , plane to catch , gotta get rid of this British $$$ , got guiness ? Fin .
The Canal du Midi (Occitan: Canal de las Doas Mars, meaning canal of the two seas) is a 241 km (150 mi) long canal in Southern France (French: le Midi). It was originally named the Canal royal en Languedoc (Royal Canal in Languedoc) but the French revolutionaries renamed it to Canal du Midi in 1789. It was considered at the time to be one of the greatest construction works of the 17th century.
Passed over it on the way in , passed over it on the way out . Crashing in Amiens , France home of the tallest cathedral in France ……. or is it Reims ? In any case this joint got more Churches and Cathedrals than we have McDonald’s . Hitting the UK via train (Chunnel) with reservation’s , not too fond of the shit weather , food , backward driving , warm beer , people with no teeth , and overrated accent’s .other than that the beer is great if can get one cold .
The party’s over tomorrow , 30 days later , 9528 miles on same tires , mucho bucks shot to hell and a day of trying to find someone to ship my bike home . As Shakespeare said ; the end is always a poorly written act . Didn’t succeed to take a rock from Hadrian’s wall and leave it at Ephesus , next time .
Well , its about 1:30 in the morning here , just had dinner (past your bed time) and having a few brews with some European bikers at the cafe .just paid my hotel bill , as usual my bar tab is more than my stay here . Say LA vie .Hotel is terrific , booze is great people are fine . In 5 hrs. Leaving for U.K. , bummer . Gotta get back before my “green card” expires (21st) .As a rule we do approx. 200 miles a day at a 10 hr. run , always taking the country roads staying clear of the auto ban . Tom orro we gotta book it . Bike runs great , never used any oil , Michelin tires wearing great .The women here are real , no fake boobs , just real . No problem with the cops yet , everyone just moves along quit quick , no fucking around here , no road hogs . Gotta hit the sack , got about 4 hrs. Left for sleep .Dam , gonna miss this place . Wish you were here . Fin .