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DGR Distinguished Gentlemen Ride 2018

Hello, will many readers be thinking now? Gentlemen?┬á Versya is everything, but not a gentleman? Yes, unfortunately I must agree with you, but can I really resist the temptation of a ride through Vienna, surrounded by flashing vintage motorcycles (new and oldtimers)? Who does know me, knows the answer: No! And why shouldn’t I also think of my father, or brother, or my sons, true to the slogan of the DGR?┬á Exactly!┬á ­čÖé So, the alibi stands. What do I wear? OMG, what wears a distinguished gentleman? I study old photos of the DGR and make a decision. No jacket, no Bowler, but I┬á do thunder up. Leave my trousers at home this time and get on my motorbike in┬á a skirt or dress. A bit sniffed in the fifties movies, then Amazon boarded and voila, the wardrobe is already standing. Hopefully the fumble arrives in time! :-0 In the meantime 2 weeks have passed, I have donated diligently, because in return for many participants my participant account does not have a round 0.┬á #Proudofmyself I am therefore entitled to ride with a clear conscience, and not only for fun in the DGR, and I also get a day in advance (a little bit scarce, dear organizers!) the dates for place and time of the first meeting point. The motorcycle is washed – hmm the washing utensils are really so far down?┬á And extensively polished, because the weather forecast promises cool/warm weather and sun. Apparently once again the weather god of my Moto passion is friendly! ­čÖé Then it’s my own outfit’s turn. That goes at least a little faster, because the clock is ticking, and too late would be a first (not gentlemen like) faux pas. Arrived in time on the spot, I’ll be moved to the first row together with the other girls. This year the ladies drive up front, yeaaahh (ops – Hurray) . There is still a short speech and then the impressively large (the organizers speak of approx. 800 participants) convoy with police escort pulls first the Wiental city outward and after the G├╝rtel turns back again across the city up to the Danube island. Many astonished faces at the roadside. A good mood in the convoy. Heart (or better: prostate) what do you want more ? ­čśë Maybe, a video?┬á ­čśë     ┬á

Headache Tour

There’s only two of us this time.

Carmen and I, so it’s probably a good match.
We don’t have much time either, after all it is already 11am, when we start from Vienna and we want to ride to Grein for an ice cream, and we want to be home again before dark.
Grein is only 140 km away from Vienna, so where is the problem, you might ask?The “problem” is actually only the number of bends we want to master.
For this we have chosen a relatively spurned area. This guarantees: few cars, few motorcyclists (until the final) and therefore unlikely: police officers on the lookout.

In short, our plan works, we make almost undisturbed progress on winding roads, and the last straight stretch of road, the Mautener Donaubr├╝cke, has been behind us for a while.
The sky is cloudy, the temperature is more fresh than pleasant, a little more layers of cloth wouldn’t be bad now, and we’re heading for the ice cream cup!?

Thank God this will change as soon as we move from Lower Austria to Upper Austria. Suddenly it becomes brighter and much warmer. Ice cream here we come!

But, first we do stop a the bear rescue center in Arbestal.

The last part of St. Georgen am Walde is a bit notorious with bikers, so this stretch is limited to 70km/h for motorcyclists. Even if we wouldn’t drive the great corners much faster anyway, this is another senseless action, just because a few madmen with noisy pipes and knees on the ground probably drove too much up and down here.
No matter, as said, we are not much faster anyway and therefore we head south to the Danube and Grein for the last 35 km.
In Grein itself the popular pastry shop is already completely overcrowded, several dozen motorcycles are parked in front of the house, but we get a place with a view of the Danube.
The ice cream is ingeniously good, some things have changed for the better in the last few years, and so we sit for quite a long time. That’s also because we’re really dizzy and we almost have a headache. So many curves in such a short time, no wonder!
At some point, however, it is time to leave and so we went back through the Nibelungengau, into the Yspertal, then Weitental, Melk, Dunkelsteiner Wald, Heiligenkreuz and into the finale leg to Vienna.

 

 

Sucess! But, where do I get headache pills now?

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.

 

 

ÔÇťLetÔÇÖs polish (sic!) up, our EnglishÔÇŁ – Journey Wima Rally 2017 day 2

“Let’s polish (sic!) up, our English”
With this slogan starts our second day in Poland. First, we enjoy the ample and sumptuous breakfast buffet and prepare ourselves mentally for the next stage.

Actually quite pleasant taking a hotel room; you arrive, throw your gear off, shower extensively, have toilets and breakfast in top quality in view range and a comfortable bed to lie in.
We might get used to this way of traveling. But big disadvantage: The country and the people are thereby more at a distance, than at a campsite. To compensate this we use our walks in the evening hours to get a little more feeling for country and the people.
And, of course, not only to have motorcycle photos for those poor ones, left behind ­čśë

Perhaps also a small side comment on the used navigation equipment?
Each of us has a map and GPS in the tankbag as backup.
I navigate with the help of my smartphone and OSMand, which also knows gravel roads and footpaths and talks via Bluetooth also with me, but does not listen in between, thank God :blush:
This makes it easy to put together a more or less reliable route for the next day – even without a PC, and allows a flexible deviation from the route too.
Renate maintains the tradition of the roadbook and so we always sit together in the evening in order to write down the essential points, but we didnÔÇÖt get close the next day often.
Sometimes temptations along the road, sudden inspirations, aberrations, or simply the desire for more, which lead us from the planned route. And sometimes these new tracks are the ones that give us the greatest surprises.
We also planned a buffer day in Riga. So, what can happen, nothing! What can we lose, nothing!
If this will be really so, stay tuned. ­čśë

 

Back to Today:
We paid our room yesterday, so it is easier to march directly to the motorbike in full motorcycle gear and stow away the pack bags without breaking into the first sweating at the front desk.
Still, sweating is the return journey to the A1, in the rush hour of Lodz. The need for Euro4 is more plausible after this experience, heck, I wonder whether Euro3 has already arrived in Lodz, at all? Having arrived safely on the A1, we continue “true North” towards Gdansk (Danzig) to leave the A1 a little bit upfront Torun.

Torun

From the distance we take a photo of the old town which is very nice and invites for a stop.

The GoPro mounted on the helmet provokes “en passant” photos. And this opportunity is used often.
What I do not know yet is, that these photos are very imprecise (I just call it so, and we are not talking of legions of dead mosquitoes on the lens … ..: – /) . In the course of the further journey I do reconsider this in my thoughts and a change to the smartphone Photo phalanx will more often occur.
Hey, 8 days ago the dataroaming borders in Europe have fallen, so why not keeping the guys home updated directly ­čśÄ

Grudziadz

But we continue and follow the road to the hills north of Torun to turn later towards

Grudziad and follow the Weichsel towards the Baltic Sea.

We continue northwards over Sztum (where we lay low from the sun in the shadow of big trees, surrounding the miraculous lake) to escape a temporary construction site road close.
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Malbork (Marienburg) we stop again to overlook the enormous brick castle (largest of Europe) from the opposite river banks and to make a group photo with a “bow”.
We use the time to recapitulate the previous miles and talk about a deviation from the route plan.

Should we visit the Polish lagoon instead of Elblag? Krynica Morska and up to the end of the peninsula?
This idea finds broad agreement and so we continue northwards, to ride around the lagoon from the west and to steer towards the lagoon opposite to the stream of Polish guests.
The places all sound familiar and a later look in Wikipedia shows the why: The German past of the places had formed the names of towns and villages.

One of it: Sztutowo (Stuthof) a former concentration camp (hidden in the forest). A Muzeum, reminds of the crimes of the past. Panels along the street point towards the museum.
We ride along the road until it ends, almost touching the enclave of Kaliningrad, then we turn back.

Su would like to take the opportunity to spend the night here at the port, so we start our search for a suitable lodging. We had enough along the way, but will it be possible to get a free room in the main season?
The first hotel on the way back is Neptune, a huge hotel complex in the forest, we drive right in front and park directly in front of the front desk (I guess, this is why it is called so?). The lady at the desk did either have a bad day, or loathes motorcyclists in principle, because on the friendly question whether still rooms are available, comes a scarce “nie“, although Booking.com still shows vacant rooms. The answer in respect to the accommodation rates is answered with 2500Zlt per person. ­čś»
Lol, we rather sleep outdoor.

However, Booking.com is our friend and so, only 2km away, we find a nice Pension named Lotus, which offers us a cheap room for 3 persons. Not quite as spacious as the last room, but with balcony to ventilate the sweaty motorcycle gear and stow away the luggage. The day is young, we are showered, so we leave for an evening excursion to the port, to watch the ferries to Fromborka (Frauenburg) and the departure of a speedboat.
The breeze from the lake is cool and so we walk back to the beach promenade which is full of tourists.
Striking are the street vendors who braid colored strands in the hair of their customers.
An idea is born!

It starts to rain softly, so it is time to look for a restaurant.
Since we are at the sea, for us domestic Austrians of course only fish is a potential food and we obviously make a good choice, the fish is faultless (also the next day ­čśë )
From our seats we see the busting activity on the Road. You easily can imagine sitting in Lignano, or Rimini.
As the rain pauses are getting shorter and the rain getting fierce, we return the shortest way home.

 

I sneak out again at dusk (23 o’clock!) to photograph the sun setting on the horizon over the Baltic Sea.

The silence, which radiates from the scenery is in stark contrast to the hectic bustle over the day,
I enjoy it and remain sitting there. But, the next rain shower drives me back to bed, too.

 

 

Weather: sunny and hot (27┬░), in the evening rain, short thunderstorm over the night

Journey to Wima Rally 2017 day 1

Where does Theo go?

And where are we going? Correct! To Lodz!  Why are we going there? This year the Wima Rally takes place in Estonia, and we decided to participate there and to enjoy the ride to Estonia to the max.

The last days were just stress. Business trips, and approvals at construction sites, and I finally managed to come home  on saturday.
I had only the evening to pack and to print out the route map for the coming day sections in detail .

Additionally I changed the complete tank lock, as it did block over the last weeks mre and more, and I do not want to risk to get stranded in Estonia on the way, without fuel. Also a small rivet arrived yesterday and I finally could fix a hole in my fairing. But now, we can really start the adventure! ┬á­čÖé

 

Today it is still cool and the first rays of sunlight flash through the treetops when I do a final farewell round through the park with my dog.

The rest of the family will have to look after him for the next two and a half weeks, because the great adventure of traveling to the Wima Rally 2017 in Estonia starts in 30 minutes.

Su and I meet, as usual, at the Green Mountain, then we will go to Hochleithen together, where Renate will join us.

Su arrives at the meeting point a minute after me, our bikes are filled up, and so we ride further on.

Our two Versys are equipped with the side paniers and a tankbag and in addition with a top case or saddlebag, respectively.
It is always an interesting challenge to estimate the weather and the basic conditions to expect on the journey, and on this basis to estimate the actually required clothing and utensils.

My approach was as follows:

First, everything is spread out at the bed, unnecessary parts will be removed first.
Second, items, only used at the destination, or items used only in emergency cases are in the left side panier. The garment and regularly used items in the easier accessible (right) side panier. The saddlebag is usually equipped with sleeping bag, sleeping mat and other camping equipment, but this time it carries the flags for the national Wima presidents, as well as stickers and pins for the participants of the rally. Our Austrian flags for the parade are stored here, too. For the return way I will use it for my souvenirs. So it does not return empty, the poor one ┬á­čśë

Renate has arrived in Hochleithen already, she has chosen the Duke 390 for her ride to Estonia and so she will sit the next 2400 km wedged between tankbag, luggage bag and luggage reel on the thin seat, admirably spartan to travel and perhaps also a little masochistic? We will see.

So we take a photo of us, and the big adventure starts.

For the first stage – in Polish ┼ü├│d┼║ – we only use expressways and highways, according to the plan.

It is also the longest travel distance for a day. After about 650km we should reach our destination in the evening.

The weather is fine and so we drive without great obstacles over the A5, then in Czech the A1, close to Ostrava, where we refuel the first time. In our case, the Duke measures the refuel distances, the Versys covers almost 400km with moderate gait and this will be our pace traveling in the group, nevertheless we refuel in such cases too. Of course, we use these stops also for toilet visits.

Su and I always share a fuel station, so we alternate the payment and do not have to reckon much.
The border crossing between CZ and PL is a new motorway (A1), it was unspectacularly, at the least,  to get through here, only a few signs on the roadside indicate the border crossing, and we are in Poland already.

Here, too, the road continues for the time being without any special incidents, but the motorway soon becomes a kind of expressway with traffic lights. Sometimes we manage to cheat with the loaded machines to the front row, sometimes we just have to wait for the green phases to go on again.

In Czestochowa there is still no bypass, so we have to torment ourselves with the cars through the city. After that, we continue on the same expressway system for a while, until a fully-fledged highway suddenly appears in front of us, this in the area around Kamiensk.

Of course, we have to refuel and so we fill our tanks again in the “same procedure as every tank stop”.

Lodz, Łódz, is already much earlier than expected announced on the signs. Short after Piotrkow over the S12, then over the S8, the S91, and in between there are even smaller exits, which are also signal Lodz as exit.

So, how big is this city? Finally, the expected Lodz Centrum exit appears and we take it, just to turn right at the first roundabout in the wrong direction. Now, you might suspect that there is an alternative route after so many exits to Lodz. That was at least our hope, after we had noticed our mistake, but it took us almost 10km until there was again a possibility to turn towards Lodz and take aim at our hotel.

This we had – on the basis of the good progress done in the afternoon, on the road, with the help of booking.com – reserved and we were not disappointed. Housed in an adapted old factory building, the Hotel Focus offers newly furnished rooms, which also provide a lot of free space, a well-developed Wlan infrastructure (important to keep home updated), a locked parking lot. What can You wish for?

After we had set up – photos of the room afterwards will not be shown – we decided to go by tram to the city center, maybe to eat a little. Because, up to this point, muesli bars were our only food, which was supplemented with plenty of fluids – of course alcohol free.
But, to use the tramways in Lodz isnÔÇÖt so easy. They drive regularly, but the intervals are about 20 minutes and our tram had just driven off.
Short discussion, we will walk to the center.
Now, in the former Eastern bloc countries there is the tradition to cover pedestrian ways with tiles, but for a long time they do not represent a flat area, anymore. So, a walk on foot means to get to know the ground of a city very thoroughly, but the rest of the city is only very schematic to get to know. This improves however, the closer we get to the lovely restored city centre.
Wima Rally 2017 Tour Day 1Perhaps it was also not so bad to lift the view not too often, the rest of Lodz shows only a glorious past. ­čśë
In the centre, street musicians and restaurants change at very short intervals and so it is not too difficult for us to find a place where we sit down in the garden in the pedestrian zone and dine delicious Shoarma. Not necessarily a usual Polish meal, but it is excellent. May the following days be as pleasant!┬á ­čÖé


Returning back to the hotel is easier than in the other direction and en route we discover a few nice sculptures and buildings.
While Su and Renate visit the hotel bar, I return to the room to let the impressions of the day set on me and fill the diary with the first scribbled pages.

 

 

 

 

 

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Planing for Estland

J├Ąneda (pronounced Joohhneda)
This place is located in Estonia and is the goal of this year’s Wima Rally.
Traveling there by plane? Naah! By train and ferry? Naah! By car? Naah!

The shortest distance between Vienna and J├Ąneda is approx. 1650 km, but where would be the fun and the charm if we would simply take the fastest route or to travel with another means of transportation?

If we could drive primarily via highway and expressways the route would be done in approx. 3 days, but the Polish and Baltic roads are
1. Not ready yet, and
2. Why should we cross countries when country and people are left aside?

Good advice is therefore hard to get: the journey should not last too long. After all we are still working and holiday days are scarce. On the other hand we also want to get to know the country and the people.

To solve this, Su, Renate and I have assembled to agree on the available days and to define a rough plan of overnight stays.
The rough framework was then enriched with sights and cities which are interesting for us and thus the route and days were further refined.
A little spare time is calculated for each day (except the first one) , prefering to arrive early, or with time buffer, than always hurry behind the plan.

 

 

With this method we have put together a “small” fine route, which takes us about 2400 km to our destination in Estonia.

Along our way are interesting places and areas such as. Malbork, Masuria, Kry┼żi┼│ Kalnas, Gauja, Riga, and of course J├Ąneda. ­čÖé
We will get to know Estonia via our week in J├Ąneda.

Naturally our report on our travel and adventures will follow after the Rally:-)

IFRD 2017 with Wima-Austria

The IFRD (International Female Ride Day) was introduced 11 years ago by a female Canadian motorcyclist who wanted to bring motorcycle-riding women together, and to make a statement.

Even if her homepage has become very commercial over the last years, the idea has become autonomous and worldwide women’s motorcycle clubs use the first Saturday of May, for a joint tour and coming together.

Su and I were on the road the last IFRD in 2016.

This year, our small party counted 9 riders. So, finding an agreement on a tour is correspondingly somewhat difficult.

But, in this case Renate, who had picked up an information at the Seiberer MountainRace, about a special exhibition: MotorMaiden, at the 1st Austrian Motorcycle Museum, did have the right input for us.

So, the target of the tour was fixed, the route planning that followed was relatively relaxing, so the tour could start!

My little misfortune with the broken footrest mounting plate had provided Juniors SuMo with a new front tyre (a Metzeler M7RR), as i didn’t wanted to travel with an almost zero millimeter profile ­čśë .
I fetched the tyre on Friday, at Zweirad Pauer. The change was done in 15 minutes, the quality of the work faultlessly, the price …. oh, well ­čśë
Will the virgin tyre keep what it promises?

So, 6 May, early – around 9:00 ­čśë – there was the first meeting point in H├╝tteldorf, outfitted and on time the first Wima Bunch was there.

So we rode on to Untertullnerbach, to the second meeting point, and even there, despite tankstop, all the Wimas were ready in time to leave at 9:30 am.

We rode on through the beautiful Irenen Valley, to Tulln, where we had our 3rd meeting place (!), for our northern area members.

Still, punctual to the clock, we did set off again and headed along the Wagram to Langenlois and to continue north, along the Kamp river.

Then, we rode north, along the rounded bends of the Kamp, to Gars, where we turned to Sigmundsherberg and soon reached our destination at the Motorcycle Museum.

Lily and Birigt were (as native Waldviertler) already at site and so we could theoretically start with the visit of the special exhibition and the rest of the museum.

But, only theoretically, as we had to pass a JukeBox and it took it’s toll. A few classic earwigs were released before we actually went on to the small, but fine special exhibition.

Mr. Ehn was well-informed about the relevant epochs in austria, and motorcycles anyway. ­čśë

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This might be the reason why the Wima Founders were not on the radar, as they started in the US and UK first.

After the visit of the museum we went to the Restaurant Surb├Âck where the Innkeeper offered us a wonderful ambience and good cuisine at very reasonable prices, in the garden.

Well fed and refueled we wanted to head back to Vienna.

But, Su had a quite better idea and so we drove along the Kamp to Zwettl and from there we went ┬ásouth via Ottenschlag, P├Âggstall and Weiten to the Danube river, where we crossed at Melk and rode into the Wachau region.
At Sch├Ânbuehl we took our last stop, at a friends of Su rest station, and enjoyed the wonderful sun.

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In the meantime, it was getting quite late, so we mounted our bikes again very soon , to get closer to Vienna via the darkstone forest and the B1.

My reserve gas light lit up at the foot of the Riederberg, but the tank still covered the 15km to the finish line.
Hip hip hurray for transparent petrol tanks! ­čÖé

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And the tyre? The Metzeler M7RR? Attentive readers will still ask ….

In my opinion:

Never before has a tire impressed me more right from the first minute.
Very high class, it conveys a great feeling in the curves and a great stabile run on the straights, despite the hypernervous Husaberg.

It’s grip is magic, I even managed to do my first short stoppie as i had to break surprisingly.
Yes, I confess, I was distracted from the wonderful scenery at the Dobra ┬ábarrier lake. ­čśë

I didn’t had the opportunity to test it in rain (thankfully), but if the reviews are right (as I assume from my experience in dry state) , then the tyre is worth further consideration……

Finally, the tour we rode:

Season End Ride with Wima

We were prepared to start on Oct. 9th, for our season end ride, but unfortunately, the weather forecast was terrible. Low temperatures (approx. 5┬░), rain and no sun to expect.
We could live with low temperatures if necessary, but combined with rain? Thanks, but we got wet enough this year.  :-/

So, we did postpone…

Optimistic, as we are, we decided to use the coming weekend, Oct 16th, for a second try.

Weather forecast wasn’t promising too, anxious observing took place over the weeks course.

wima-saisonende-tour-2016At least it was time to rearrange the tour.

Under the forecasted aspect of cold and rainy weather we agreed to a later start time to allow the sun to rise, and the roads to dry, higher mountain areas were excluded as well.
Well, well only wet leafs still puzzeled us. Them in a hairpin curve? No thanks.
And so we again looked at the forecasts. Every weather service pronounced a different outcome for the weekend.

But, finally, at friday, it seemed that they narrowed the weather to warm, some light rain and more sun.┬á┬á Hurray, we couldn’t believe our luck!┬á ­čÖé

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Sunday morning (10am), the weather still was grey in grey, but the temperatures already arrived 10┬░ (100% higher, then last sundays highest temperature!) when we met at our favorite gas station in Untertullnerbach.

We filled the tanks and throw off our balast and off we went through the Irenen valley to the north and further on to Traismauer.

The short, bended way over the hills and through the forrest showed us, that the decision to start with a plain and smooth area wasn’t so bad at all, as the wet and crumbled leafs were a real smudgy pain in the outer curve areas.

At Sieghartskirchen we met with Berti and so our small band was complete. (Su, Anneliese, Michi, Berti and Versya)

The ride to Traismauer wasn’t exiting at all, but the rising sun found its way into our hearts.

After Traismauer we proceeded to Mautern and from there we entered the Dunkelsteiner Wald (Darkstone Forrest) , with all his small villages and roads, and yes, a lot of curves and bends along the road. Everytime going up or down, invited us to an enforced speed.

Shortly before Loosdorf we change direction to Melk, and headed to the bridge there to cross the Danube. On the other side we went a few kilometres further to Weitenegg were we intended to make our lunch break at a nice inn close to the river banks.

Unfortunately the inn was completely crowded and the waiter informed us, that we would have to wait for approx 45min to get served with a meal. So we decided to order only drinks to keep our stay short and to find another location further north.

“Only” 60 minutes later we managed to get loose from our comfortable seats at the sunny terrace and so we proceeded further on. The looks of a big dark gray cloud right in front of us gave us the feeling, that we might have taken the wrong decision. But, as fast as this cloud had appeared, as fast it disappeared over the Jauerling.

And so we could ride on unharmed by rain or sun through the mountainous region, curve after hairpin curves, it was really entertaining to drive this roads.

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Finally, img_20161016_141750at Himberg we found a big inn, with a venison week and we were not disappoited at all.

Still, it was crowded, despite the late noon, but there were enough seats for us all and so we were able to enjoy the brilliant food there.

 

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After this refreshment we further proceed with our ride back to the south and the danube.

The beautiful aspect in arriving from the north is, that the area is elevated above the danube level, and so you will have a spectacular view over the danube valley, and so did we.

We choose a parking space for a short stop to take pictures of this beautiful scenery.

As the view was really breathtaking, we still had to proceed further on, as the sun already had started to decline and we still had some more kilometres to go. So we followed the winding road down through the vine yards to Weissenkirchen,

In Weissenkirchen we waited for the ferry over the danube.

The advantage of this would be to have the village of Dürnstein (the english King Lionheart was imprisoned there)  right in view, not having to travel beneath the mountain.

Additionally our trip followed the path back into the Darkstone Forrest thus allowed us to avoid the flater areas around Krems this time.

 

 

 

And so we arrived through moderate hills to Herzogenburg were we stopped to fill up the gas.

We rode further on to B├Âheimkirchen and from there to Laaben entering the pre alps.

 

As the sun had disappared behind the mountains it was time to shorten our route a little bit and in only a short bow, we returned to our starting point via Klausen-Leopoldsdorf. Thus, having used┬á the same part of a street once,┬á for only 300m, I believe, this is a new record!┬á ­čÖé

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In sum, we traveled approx. 250km, had 3 longer breaks in the sun , a lot of curves, hills, mountains, vine yards and hairpin curves.
A lot of fun, and something to live on, over the coming months. ­čÖé

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