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Wima Rally 2017, Estonian Svenja Tour

We are really here! As we wake up in the morning, we can’t believe it yet.
2750 km without any big problems, no breakdowns, no accidents, often rain, but also many nice and sunny days.

We’ve seen so much of the countries and the people on the way here. Now it’s time to get to know Estonia!

The program of the Estonian Wima’s is very impressive and shows that we will have only little time for other activities ­čśë

But the most beautiful is, that we can still use today (as arrival day for all remaining Wimas) for more discoveries. The official part of the rally will start in the evening.

The breakfast setting is already working very well, so the  potential has been dramatically improved by the speed and number  of the kitchen crew. After breakfast we mount our now lighter motorcycles and drive eastwards.

 

 

There are basically only 3 goals:

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The sun is shining, the traffic is very quiet, the navigation was already worked out weeks ago, what could possibly go wrong?

So we set off at a brisk pace, and around Rakvere following the main road. The striking and large castle has to wait until Thursday, as it is the focus of the rally and is therefore only seen from a distance.

So we are quite fast at the turnoff at Sake which leads us towards Velaste. The road is narrow, but has a perfect tarmac and runs in curves along of the steep coastline to the Baltic Sea, so that we can always have a view of the sea. This way we quickly reach Velaste Juga the 30m high waterfall (which is rather unexpected in this flat region) that Svenja has already visited.

It’s true, the waterfall funnel is impressive, the waterfall rather less, the broken-off spectator platform a little more. It’s a pity that this was not repaired. The locked double spiral of the spiral staircase leading to the platform would in itself be a challenge.┬á ­čśë

So we look over the edge of the vertical rock, which is completely unsecured. For Austrian conditions completely unthinkable. And judging by the traces, the path to here is frequently visited.

After a short stop in the coffee shop on the opposite side of the road┬á (WC for all, and coffee for Su and Renate, – I use the sun for a little nap) it goes on along the coast until we are spit out shortly before Sillam├Ąe, again on the main road. From the main road, the slab concrete buildings of the Eastern Block era don’t look very inviting, and so we drive straight on towards Petersburg! Yes, that’s already written next to Narva as the┬á streets target.

Finally, we reach Narva. The city looks different to the cities we have seen in Estonia so far. Both the size, as well as the dimension of the shopping houses in the outskirts of the city are impressive, and at the same time a little morbid.
We find out later that Narva is very much Russian-occupied, whether this makes the difference?

In any case, we are fighting against the increasing traffic swelling and a breakneck roundabout up to the border crossing.
Massive fences, cameras, barriers, etc… give a very gloomy impression.

And that’s where something happens for the first time that hasn’t happened before: we are not allowed to take a picture! A customs officer who explains to us in Russian and Estonian that we are not allowed to stand here, stop here or take pictures. Okaaay?

So we’re moving away from the border crossing. We stop at the parking lot in front of it and take our photos from there. Afterwards we cross the roundabout to the southern part of the Hermanns Castle, where we walk from the parking lot to the Narva to see the border river from close up.┬á The fortress on the Russian shore also looks defiant and huge.┬á In addition, children are bathing on the shore. Are they aware of how tense the situation in Estonia has actually been since the Crimean annexation?

In the back country, British and NATO troops are practicing for emergencies, hidden in the woods. This is probably only a small hope for the Baltic countries in the event of a hopefully never happening annexation, as the Suwalki Gap is a bottleneck in the connection with the rest of Europe.

We meet a French couple on a Honda Pan European at the parking lot for the second time, and the name of the motorcycle is their program: For 45 days they have been travelling through Europe, across the Benelux, Scandinavian countries and Estonia you have already come, further south, via the rest of the Baltic States, Poland, Czech Republic, Austria, Italy and back to Paris.

11.000km are planned for the 45 days, we are impressed.

Only at home do we calculate the average of our last days, and are calmed down again.┬á ­čśë

We are now on the road for the 9th day, have been in Riga for a riding free day, but nevertheless we have scoured some places of interest on the way. Today only half a day has passed, and I have 2.950km on my speedometer. How many KM would we have unwound on 45 days of pure driving?┬á Whoever posts the most correct thoeretic kilometres performance to me in the comments┬á will receive an original Estonian present from me, and I do not care where on this world I would have to send it.┬á ­čÖé

There, we made it, 3 girls on two Versys and a Duke 390!! came up to this point.
We have travelled the long way here without mishaps,┬á mostly in nice weather, visited many places, or seen from the way and would only have to drive 130km to arrive in St. Petersburg.┬á We had only a few involuntary km of road, no falling over or loosing luggage …. And always been happy with our ad hoc booked hotels. Booking.Com App and free european mobile roaming for the win!

 

 

 

Somehow this situation seems so unreal to me and yet, we are really there.

We take this moment with us and turn around. From now on it’s all about getting to know Estonia and the other Wima’s better.

We drive back on the same route to J├Âhvi, where we turn south towards Lake Peipus. On the way is the Orthodox nunnery of Kurema├Ą and there we stop to make a round about the impressive terrain. The whole ensemble is beautiful, both the gardens and the buildings are in a perfect, beautiful condition.

Every now and then an elderly nun is waving through the landscape, and the other visitors also have the classical Russian touch. The whole scene has something like that from Dr. Zhivago and fits so well into the charm of the eastern region of Estonia. ­čśë

Despite the divine help (yes, we also drank the holy water on the spot) it is now starting to rain.

In the meanwhile used routine we put on our raincoat and drive further south. I recklessly kept the mesh gloves on without pulling the overgloves over it.

After just a few minutes, I realize that this was a mistake. The rain is getting stronger and stronger and the temperature drops to 14°.  The gloves are soaked very quickly, but now it is too late, so heating grips to max. and through. Arriving at Lake Peipus we have to realize that the shore is not accessible. Either the houses of the villages are on the shore, or a dense forest belt prevents access to the lake. So we circle the lake southwards until just before Lohusuuu we see a trunk road that could lead to the lake.

We turn around in the pouring rain and drive back and into the forest strip. Unfortunately, the road also ends about 200m upfront to the shore at a private property. The signs are clear and the black Range Rover with darkened windows in front of the garage brings back memories of various James Bond movies.

But, the whole situation is so ridicolous for me and therefore I simply circle around the property until I stand on the shore of Lake Peipus.

The wind and rain make the lake look like a wide, turbulent sea, ok, the sight was definitely worth it to crawl through the undergrowth.

But now back to the waiting group, which is somewhat protected from the rain in the forest, but of course impatiently waiting.

As the rain is still raining, we turn back into Lohusuu and drive almost directly back to J├Ąneda. On the way the rain stops and the sun is shining again. Errr, really?

At Aravete we enter the main road again and fill our tanks up to the limit. At the petrol station there is a very modified Austrian Pinzgauer and┬á a small Wima group that is looking for a gravel road.┬á In recent years, many Estonian gravel roads have fallen victim to EU subsidies. And as beautiful and important as this is for the infrastructure, it will shrink an enduro paradise. So maps are only relatively up-to-date, but thank goodness I happen to know a gravel track just around the corner.┬á ­čśë

I show them on the map the approximate start of yesterday’s gravel road and they set out to find it. (and so they did!┬á ­čśë┬á┬á )

But we return to J├Ąneda, now almost dry.

We are back in time for today’s opening evening of the Wima Rally and admire the grown tent city and the many Wimas, from all┬á countries that have now arrived.

The evening event takes place again in the “stable” and starts with a lot of music, folklore performance, speeches by local politicians and a short introduction to the Estonian language, which, unlike the other Baltic languages, is closely related to Finnish. Yeah, and that’s what it sounds like.┬á )

 

 

 

Important words are:

Hello – ┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á Tere
Yes┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á – ja
No┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á – ei
Thanks – ┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á ait├Ąh
Please!┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á – Palun!
Cheers!┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á┬á – ├Ľhtus├Â├Âk (sounds like: tarvesex)

And so the evening finds again a witty end. Even I find in the masses of Wima’s familiar faces from the last rally in Hungary.

For our older members there are again many girlfriends who they meet again and with whom the experiences of the last year are exchanged.

The exact time I don’t know, but since it wasn’t dark yet; -), it can’t have been so late, when I got back to the room and lie down.

 

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Kilometres : 410

Weather: Sunny, cloudy and rain, 14-20┬░

Arrival Day, Wima Rally 2017

Cheers, hustle and bustle, cheerfulness!

Today is the last day of the arrival tour! Tonight we are already in J├Ąneda and celebrate the WIMA Rally 2017 for the next 5 days.

In the guesthouse: http://www.janedaturism.ee/en

The castle: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%A4neda

The journey so far has been exciting, interesting, varied and accompanied by many wonderful impressions. It is almost impossible that our Estonian Wima’s can top this with the rally itself even more.

We enjoy the early morning and enjoy our breakfast once again, because it will be a long day.

The first half of the next 320 km lead us along the coast, the other half of the road leads us from P├Ąrnu into the interior of the country.

It takes unexpectedly long until we reach the border to Estonia, just before P├Ąrnu.

Before that, we drive through the foothills of the Positivus Festival in Salacgriva,  with its miles of camping sites along the road. The festival stage itself is a little bit staggered into the forest.

The crowd of people is huge, the last day of this 3-day open air event obviously attracts a lot of listeners.

In the meantime, in good tradition, there is again a felicitous photo session at the border, which is in the process of being restructured, but still, with three motorcycles, a woman finds a quiet place in the middle of chaos.

We leave the highway to get an Estonian flag in P├Ąrnu, so that we have a more decorated motorcycle at the entrance to J├Ąneda (we brought our flags with us)

In the morning we woven the blue, black and white woolen braids into our hair already.

The colors blue=trueness and trust, black=the ancestors and the past, white=snow and future which shall be symbolized by the Estonian flag, are already supported by us. Unfortunately there is no souvenir shop in P├Ąrnu, and so we leave shortly after, without having done anything, for the interior.

Traffic will be reduced and limited to individual cars and trucks that will soon disappear from view.

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At a construction site traffic light we are stopped and watch a truck, which keeps the torn road in front of us with plenty of water dust free.

After a while the traffic light changes to green and off we go. Did I mention that the Versys are pleasant to ride standing up? At high speed I drive eastwards for the next few kilometers, and eventually I pass the water distributing truck on the way. But it’s too late, the Versys is already full of mud splashes up to the seat.

Well, it’s raining again soon anyway; -) Then it’s best to add a dusty layer, then most of it will fall off by itself. And so I went on at a fast pace along the gravel road. Every now and then a car, bus or truck comes towards us, apparently the traffic lights have only a symbolic value? But as an Austrian woman is used to dealing with cultural idiosyncrasies in a flexible way, so we will do this in the future; -)

At some point, this endlessly long construction site comes to an end and I stop in the shade of a small fruit tree to light a purely virtual cigarette.

In total there will be 2 cigarettes until our small group is together again. ­čśë┬á Yes, Iron mountain Prolog for the Win…

But the silence in the shade was pleasant, and so we all take a short break and admire our beautifully dusty and dirty motorcycles.

The negative: A clean motorcycle is quite the opposite.┬á The positive thing is that the motorcycles look as if we had covered half of the journey on gravel roads. That means we are now real adventure motorcyclists! ­čśë

We continue our journey shortly afterwards, and that what has not happened yet, is happening all the time now: We come across Wima groups, at gas stations, caf├ęs, or in front of restaurants where we pass by.

Most of them are from Germany, but also Britons and Poles are there. We also stop briefly for refuelling, but we continue on, after such a long journey we finally want to arrive.

It still takes a relatively long time, until shortly after Aravete, when the first time J├Ąneda is written to. The direction is right, the way is clear, so let’s go onto the final streak!

We mount our Austria flags and are looking forward to the finish line after about 2750 km of an exciting and varied ride.

About 12 km before J├Ąneda we leave the main road and turn north at K├Ąravete (hmm, the name comes to me well as I have heard it before?) and the tension rises. The pictures of the manor house were already very inviting, now it will be a ladies residence for the next 5 days.┬á A classic Estonian property, like many others that we have already seen along the roads along our way so far, lovingly restored and surrounded by lakes and meadows.

After a few minutes we see the town sign, and at the first crossroads we do see the sign “Wima”, which will lead you to the parking lot in front of the guesthouse.

We park in the front row, grab our first pieces of luggage and march to the reception where we are received by the Wimas from Estonia with “TereÔÇŁ!

This greeting has something of Benjamin the elephant, but also other words like Aith├Ą (thanks) sound for our ears first after something else. But more about this in the next evening, even if we don’t know it yet.

First the formalities are done and then we go to the room with our welcome goody bag.

The view from the window shows in the direction of the camping meadow, where the first tents are erected.

First a little ballast in the form of robe and helmet is thrown in the room and then back to the motorcycle to bring the remaining bags and suitcases into the room.

While the others are looking around the area, I use the early arrival to hike a little on Svenja’s paths.

There was a piece of gravel road about 10km south of here, on which Svenja passed on her baltic tour. Exactly this is the section Albu – Paunk├╝la, which somehow leads over Napu, that’s all I could see from the maps. The area is made up of woods and moors, and the wrong roads always end up somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But where a KLX comes through, I can do it with a Versys and her road tires too. ┬á ; -)

Of course, it’s not that bad, except for a few deeper passages with damp subsoil, it’s a wonderful track. At first it goes mostly over meadows, then through woodland, at Napu again across a meadow and then back into the forest and moor.

Nevertheless, I am glad that I removed the luggage, the track is only 1 lane, and there is surprisingly 2 times a car that comes towards me.

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In the maze of paths I try to stay on the right path and manage this without ever having to go back for the 30km to the Paunk├╝la reservoir.

The sun is shining, There are a lot of people on the “beach” and in the water. Of course, they are ┬ágazing at the Versys and me in the full motorcycle outfit like an alien. Somehow I can’t blame them either.┬á
So, just a short photo stop and then I pass the famous campground, continue north over gravel and then over the newly asphalted 207 and further over the 125 in the, admittedly, very fast turn back to J├Ąneda.

After this little (80km) joyride, which made me want to do more, I come back to the quarter.

Now it’s time to make myself pretty (the moto gear is ripped off, then showers and normal garment) and to walk to the “Black Stallion Stable”, which is about 200m away from the guesthouse.

Here we will find the food and also the respective evening events according to the Program folder.

Hopefully it doesn’t rain too often, otherwise the whole thing will be a wet and cool affair at the expected average temperatures of 14-20 degrees Celsius.

Arrived in the “stable” I meet the cheerful, but also famished flock of the already arrived Wimas. Somehow, I guess the service and kitchen still have to be put the right way.

We pass the time with an improvised band from all women’s countries and have our fun. When the food finally arrives, I believe at almost 10 pm, it is very good, after all. Let’s hope that tomorrow, when all the Wimas are here, everything will run more smoothly.

on the way home, at 11PM

Since it is much too late this time, there is no time for the diary. As tomorrow is the official arrival day and the official program starts in the evening, I have to plan an tour for tomorrow, but I do have some ideas.┬á ­čśë

Season finaly (not mine)

Last week the general weather was rather bad with 9° Celsius  and the roads were slightly damp. And then the many leaves on the street? Not necessarily very inviting conditions. It was clear that our planned Wima season finaly was postponed by one week.

And this decision turned out to be the right one. We drove directly into the Indian Summer of the hunchback mountains.

In the morning it had  cosy 9°,  but during the day it rose up to 21° , thanks to the sun.

The sky was bright blue, the trees were red, green and golden and the fields in between filled the colour scale. A wonderful play of colours for the eyes.

And, because that wasn’t enough, we had asphalt and also a little bit of gravel under the tyres, which carried us from corner to corner and from hill to hill.

It was simply fantastic to wave around and have so much fun.

Simply cool! There is really nothing more to say. ­čÖé

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Morning at the seaside, evening in Masuria, Tour Wima Rally 2017, day 3

At 8:30 breakfast!

This news has shaken us yesterday. How shall we use the day when breakfast starts so late?
Since we have grown accustomed to getting up early, we are naturally awaken too early.

As we didnÔÇÖt want to wait hours for the breakfast, not knowing what to do otherwise, we decided to visit the old Kahlberg and the Baltic sea coast in a morning stroll.

(At Pension Lotus, there were also many black and white photos from the era before the First World War)
Only a small climb from the hotel is necessary to reach the top of the Spit, and there is the original village.

It has its architectural origin definitely in Germany. Remaining houses and the small Franciscan monastery recall this past very emphatically and take us to another time. The following epochs have left their mark on the outside and are mixed with their architectural condition and architectural quality. ­čśë

The old town center is relatively small and so the further path leads us down again the ramp to the broad and sandy beach, which is empty and deserted at this time of the morning. Only a few joggers join us there.

Left my Footprint there

The sand is still cool from the rain and so we pull of the shoes to stroll along the sea for a bit. The water feels fresh and does not invite you to a deeper walk in.

 

The fact, that we face a wonderful day at the Baltic Sea, will be noticed only in our second encounter, but we do not know yet.

Since Kahlberg (Krynica Morska) also has a red lighthouse as a landmark, we are looking for it. We have to search the coastline for a while until we can see it behind the treetops.

So we go uphill again, through a new part of the town, consisting of new luxury apartments, and there it stands in all its red splendor.

Unfortunately, the access is closed. So we can only walk around the foot of the tower, and imagine the view from above.

Meanwhile, the time has went by, therefore we head back to our pension.

There is already a group of German tourists waiting for the entrance (which is possible only from the garden, a strange construction). The door opens shortly afterwards and we discover a truly sumptuous breakfast buffet. The reviews on booking.com, which point to this fact, have not lied, omg! Well, we have already stimulated our appetite through the walk, so we can unrestrained enjoy the many delicacies.

Later, we are groaning up the stairs to our room, to force ourselves into the ÔÇô strangely somehow narrow-feeling ÔÇô motorcycle clothes.

The loading of the machines is all the more speedy, getting used to the routine to strap the luggage to the motorcycle.

We start the engines and roll back the road, we went yesterday, a little way, then follow the course of the lagoon towards Elblag. There, after a short photo stop, we cross the canal to follow it for a short distance. The peculiarity of the canal is that it overcomes almost 90m heights in its course, not with locks, but with a railway similar system, which uses transport vehicles, to carry the ships over to the next hill ­čśë

 

At least ,now we are in Masuria.

Yes, Masuria! We had already read much at home about this largely unspoiled area, and of course were anxious to see whether the full-bodied stories would be true. The descriptions of wide arable land, many lakes and woodlands and small villages are very appropriate. In a sense, it is Waldviertel (NW, Lower Austria) about 60 years ago with even fewer people.

Particularly striking are the many old avenues that line the narrow streets. These are closed by the high alley trees. Trucks are only allowed to drive with reduced speeds, otherwise the avenue is too much damaged.

So we move through the slightly hilly area, always interrupted by woodland and lakes, and sometimes a small village. So we move from west to east, preferably on the small minor roads. So we reached Elblag, there we cross the famous canal ÔÇô with its railway similar ship transport system over the hills (hey, Fitzccaraldo was right!) and ride further on via Orneta, Dobre Miasto, Rezel,

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Swieta Lipka (pilgrimage church holy Linden tree) and Ketrzyn.

 

Again and again we stop briefly for photos. What we already expected at the departure from the lagoon, at about 1pm onward, it starts to rain.

It is perfect that we have our rain cover handy, because except for short interruptions, the rain remains today and ensures a pleasantly cool, but unfortunately also moist Masuren.

Short before Ketrzyn, also known by the nearby bunker system Wolfschanze, the rain is so violent that we are glad that the next village on our route will be Gizycko (L├Âtzen), and thus the end of todayÔÇÖs planed track.

We drive through several centimeters high water puddles right in the hotel Masury yard.

Again we receive a large spacious room on the second floor including a perfect view on our parked motorcycles.

Of course we hang our wet rain gear up to dry, and it looks in the room cozy chaotic already, good, that it is really big.

Afterwards we check the last online news and learn that our second team has been stopped by heavy rain and therefore is staying in a hotel in Gizycko. Hmm, Gizycko? Gizycko!

We are pleased to hear that their hotel is located about 1.4 km away, and we are organizing a meeting on the canal so that we can look for a common place for an exchange of experiences.

The rain has subsided a little now, so walk on foot to exercise our legs. We arrive at the canal just in time, to cross the bridge, before it is locked, and afterwards swung for the passage of several boats. The rotating mechanism is still operated by hand. Later we read that the mechanism was operated with motors at some time, but the mechanics of the bridge were damaged by the strength of the motors. So they restored the old manual way.

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The second attraction in Gizycko would have been the fortress Boyen, the best preserved in Masuria. But the visit unfortunately rains off.

We meet the CH.AT troop at the bridge and leave enter the nearby pizzeria Mariza. The choice is unfortunately not the best, both speed, as well as quality of the food are, from our point of view, rather mediocre.

This is, thank God, the only time on our trip that this happens, but we do not know yet.

 

But really, we donÔÇÖt bother, we chat, exchange experiences and the time flies by.

Before it gets dark (lol, it is only from 22:00) we are back in our hotel. Back to the route planning for tomorrow and for me there are also another pages in the diary to fill.

 

 

Ladiescamp 2017

In July 2016 the first Ladiescamp event, organized by the Austrian motorcycle magazine, took place. The event became a success and so it was almost natural that on 2nd July, 6 Wima girls met in Melk, or more precisely at Wachauring, to participate in the motorcycle magazine Ladiescamp 2017.

As the first time, in 2016, 100 women met on this day to take a close look at the many stations and test vehicles.
On the basis of the feedback on the preceeding event there were a few minor changes to the program as well as the content of the modules. And, due to the success, even more manufacturers were at site, which provided their bikes for test drives.

The arrival was not necessarily pleasant due to the very humid and cool weather, thankfully the weather situation improved rapidly and the routes were almost dry until the first drive.

All Wima’s had registered for a group and so we went through one station after the other together.
Our group was the red one, and our program ->

We started with the bike test runs, which were twice as long as last year.

This allowed us to test a large number of vehicles in succession.
This comparison option is unique because of the number of manufacturers available at site, similar models are available and the direct comparison is even more intense with an immediate change.

As each one of us has a different taste and driving style, there were in the end also quite different favorites, which we had picked. My top favorits are: The Triumph Street Triple RS and the Yamaha Tracer 900, both surprisingly smooth to handle on the road and a lot of punch if necessary. ┬á­čÖé
Lottery price needed!!

The next program point was driving safety.
Brake and curve technology. Specifically, cornering technology is a challenging station, but a very well preparation on mountain bends.

Margot and I used the roundabout to a footrest scratching “chase” of our two Versys. The others did not want to exaggerate it, but the circle was successfully completed by all of us.

 

 


The break time was used to get in touch with other women, and Su was diligently spreading our visit cards among the people.
It was exhilarating to hear the good mood and the many opinions on the already completed stations.

The break is used at the Ladiescamp, too, for two different groups alternating on the SuperMoto circuit for some race experience and after a while, it was the red groups turn to start the engines.

As usual, the Supermoto professionals Kim and Steffi were on the road to set the line and the speed. And that was very challenging right from the start.

Our small group, however, stayed with us bravely and so we were glad again, after 10min when the first change took place, so that we could a little breathe. A little irritating (turning the view direction to ­čśë ) were the photographers who were always placed in strategically good places, but what does woman do, for great photos in slanting position?

The next program step followed immediately: Fun-Experience.
Here are partly exotic vehicles from different displacement classes in use, simply so that woman can try these once synonymous.
In everyday life they are likely to be used less frequently.

Afterwards, two theoretical lectures on the subject of motorcycle travel, safe clothing and hearing protection (as an advertising event, but with expert information)

The two modules were completed:

Offroad, with the Trialmaschine driving between huts standing, over artificial obstacles the machine trustworthy over it, and a short trip into the adjoining terrain with “Steilauffahrt”: -o

And shunting, as well as lifting the machine.
Where many of us were troubled, I took the machine and threw it on the other side with full  elan: oops:

Then, this long and exhausting day was already over again.
Just right, because on the horizon the next thunderclouds emerged on time, which developed again during the course of the return trip to a rainfall. Still, the grin remained in the face. ­čÖé

(Deutsch) Erste Ausfahrt 2017

The sun, slowly she breaks through the thick grey clouds above Vienna, and so enabling a warmth, we haven’t felt in months.
Long time ago I wrote in the blog, that I am on search for a winter project.  As you know it was the  transformation  of Juniors enduro to a supermoto.
After a long, horrible working week, bad news in row, it was high on time to enjoy the weekend with the newly constructed SuperMoto.┬á ­čÖé

First time I could do a test was with the Ice crystal rally The result wasn’t to bad, still there were some adjustments to make. Rim Stickers, horn, brake light, blinker indicators, dB eater and speedometer were not installed properly, or not functioning, but in the meantime, most of them are fixed and so we could start for our first road trip of the season.

Of course, junior was there, and although he was not allowed to ride on his own bike due to the missing A2 upgrade (in November, of course, he hadn’t an opportunity), he did not want to miss out on this marvelous ride. And we had a short opportunity for him to ride it too. ­čśë

As mentioned above, a few things are missing, among others the dB Eater is still not dived.
We had dismounted it before the last EBR and after that we still did not miss it ­čśë , But on the road, the relatively noisy exhaust sound was going on my nerves and i didn’t want to be responsible for road closing too. Therefore I did a silent run in sme sections, reducing the fun. The police then stood on every street corner, making the trip exciting too. To be constantly on guard was a new experience. ­čśë

 

 

 

 

Our trip was not too long, just 2 hours took the trip around the southwest area of Vienna. I wanted more but Junior with his 125cc VanVan wasn’t able to follow the whole time, so we kept it short.
But, it was perfect weather and the streets were in a very good condition, what more does Versya want?

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Years Programm

At the moment, it -10┬░ outside, so plenty of time to plan the seasons schedule.

First of all, the Wima activities for 2017 naturally.

http://wima-austria.at/en/2017/01/01/das-neue-jahr/

and then

  • Weekend ride outs solo (on-, and Offroad) , or in small groups
  • Visit at the Panonnia Race Circuit

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