European tour 2014
The start
A long time ago a man once said to me, words along the lines
of, “there are two different types of people in this world, talkers and doers.
Don’t talk your life away, do the things you want to do, you never know how
long you have.” As a young man you think you are invincible, things can wait,
you have a life time ahead of you, but as the years go by that time you thought
you had, is suddenly dwindling away.
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In 2012 I went back to the Alps this time on my Triumph
Speed Triple. I had a great time and loved the mountain roads and although I
had now been to the Alps twice I hadn’t done what I would class as a full blown
tour. Both times I had been, I had rented a van put the bikes in the back and
got the laborious motorway work out the way so I could enjoy the mountain
roads, and once in the Alps I had a base to ride out from. This year 2014 would
be different. It was my brother’s 50th birthday in June and he wanted to do a
real full blown tour where we ride down then back again.
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Finally with the route marked out and the total mileage
calculated I could work out the rides for the days and the places we would stay
each night. This was open to change until we had booked the hotels, so days
riding and driving could increase or decrease depending on where the hotels
could accommodate us.
After a family meeting, because the ride was too long, we
agreed we would start a day earlier than planned. In fact it was only a half
day just to get us down, through the Tunnel and into France, a journey of about
120 miles but it would make life a little easier over the first week. The
accommodation was now booked, and it was a mixture of different star hotels to
hostels, apartments and B+Bs. In total we booked 13 different retreats, over 14
days only staying in the same place once for two nights. This was probably the
hardest thing to do. Everything was planned including 13 days of riding, one
proper rest day to visit friends and pay our respects, plus two further rest
days if needed.
The trip would take us from the UK into France then Belgium
back into France then Italy, France, Switzerland, Italy, Austria, Italy,
Austria Germany Luxemburg, Belgium France and Home covering some two thousand
odd miles. But like everything in life, nothing is set in stone and as the
weeks progressed and I researched a little more, little changes were made to
add interest to our journey.
About 2 weeks before departing I was making one such change
to our routes when my Garmin decided it no longer wanted to connect to the
computer. I was now faced with a problem. I called Garmin and told them my
situation. They gave me some clear instructions on how I might resolve the
problem and said if all else fails, despite your unit being out of warranty we
will replace it within 9 working day for a new one at the cost of £75. I set
about trying to fix it with the instructions they had sent. All the days riding
were already installed I didn’t want to lose them. After hours of messing
about, the unit reluctantly, once again connected to the computer. I was still
unhappy with the situation but with now only 9 working days left before we set
off I wasn’t going to take the chance of the new unit not turning up in time.
Just to make sure that things would run smoothly I back very
thing up in writing with directions, name places and road numbers and also took
the old faithful paper maps.
Everything was now all set to go, all the vehicles had been
serviced, route plans duplicated so everyone had a hard copy in case we got separated.
Every vehicle also had a satnav with the postcodes for each hotel entered into
its memory. All we had to do now was wait.
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