In addition to being riding nirvana, some roads are visual paradise. The Swiss really know what’s up when it comes to paving a stunning mountain pass. When you see those serpentine terraces undulating through the trees it really gets your heart racing.
Sometimes when you look at photos it’s hard to understand how the curves all connect to one another. But I’ll tell you what, it’s sure fun figuring it all out.
You can check the pass out on Google Maps.
Greetings from Switzerland! – September 2014
The Givi box liner worked out fantastically. Packing all of my clothing into gallon ziplock bags then packing them into the Bestem bag kept everything neat and tidy.
This represents all the clothing and toiletries I packed for a 10 day trip:
The Oxford Handysack backpack again worked out great for a carry-on bag. I was able to keep all of my electronics close at hand, carry my helmet on board and keep my hands free. I ended up taking it along for the whole trip and found it useful on more than one occasion for toting stuff around.
Apparently Revzilla sells them. In my opinion – worth the $26.
My Klim Altitude gear is indeed waterproof. Saints be praised! It is warm when it’s hot and being that it has no native liners, you must dress yourself appropriately underneath the shell for the cold. As someone who likes layer dressing, that works out perfect for me. Also – I look like an astronaut while wearing it.
Socks & Undies
Wash & wear clothing really skinnies down your packing list. BUT… having a pair of cotton underwear along is a necessity in my book. Synthetic fibers while wonderful for the easy wash/quick dry that they provide feel… unnatural. Having some cotton skivvies along is nice.
If you’re wearing leggings under your riding pants, you don’t need long socks. A pack of ankle socks works out great and packs at about the same size as 1 plush pair of long socks.
The telescoping GoPro stick is AWESOME for taking group shots. Being able to get our whole group into photos was great. I’m so happy I have the stick.
It’s my Dutch brother from another mother, Pimmie!
The internet is really amazing. But it seems that not a week goes by when I don’t read about someone lamenting what childhood was like when we were growing up in the 70’s and 80’s.
We actually went outside. Kids just stare at screens all day now!
Yea, yea, grandpa. Don’t get your sweatervest in a knot. When it comes to the internet you get out what you put in. If you use it as a tool to enhance your life, well shit, what’s wrong with that?
Ed, Pimmie, Kennny and I all met years ago via a motorcycle forum. And here we are… years later still a real part of each other’s lives. My dudes – I love these guys 🙂
Have you made any deep friendships via the web?
Can you tell from my super-toothy grin that I was pretty excited to be at the top of the Col de L’Iseran? After seeing pictures of that dang sign on the web for years, it was incredible to be able to stand there soaking in the view with my own eyes.
We *may* have stuck one of our trip stickers on that sign. And a ZLA oval I had in my bag, just because.
Dream it. Work for it. MAKE IT HAPPEN!
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When I was a kid, we were… “financially challenged.” Growing up that way can leave a residue that clouds your thinking even if you’ve managed to claw your way out of that circumstance. As the years have passed through hard work, luck, chance – my life has changed dramatically. Even so, I still occasionally find myself nagged by thoughts that some things are only for other people and not for me.
When I first started reading motorcycle magazines and seeing advertisements for tours in Europe through companies like Edelweiss – the idea that I could ever find myself riding those roads was out of the question. That was my truth only because I didn’t have the vision or the belief that I could do anything that I really wanted to. I didn’t yet know that I am a force to be reckoned with when there is something in my sights that I want.
Though we’d been in France before (not on motorcycles) when Kenny and I crossed the French border on the Col du Petit St. Bernard, I couldn’t resist stopping for a photo of the sign.
France. On a motorcycle. Can you imagine? It was one of those unattainable places back in the day.
Desire is an incredible motivator. I mean true desire, not just namby-pamby, non-committal “wishing.” I believe it makes you work for something in sub-conscious ways. I hope that I am moved by it for the rest of my days.