Briancon, FR – It’s Day 6 of our motorcycle tour, a
rest day, and man do I need it. This is without a doubt one of the most intense
trips I’ve ever been on. So much has happened in the last nine days that my
mind hasn’t even begun to process it. Just the first three days in Germany
before the motorcycle tour knocked more things off my bucket list than many
other whole trips have. And I’m going to struggle to relate what happened in
the next six after that. But I will try my best and hopefully won’t lose you
all (or myself) in the process. First let’s wind back a bit and explain how all
this madness came to be…
A certain Peter Schaefer, who has put up with me for
reasons unknown since the age of 12, suggested sometime in our early forties
that for our collective 50th (we
were born exactly a month apart) we should do a European motorcycle tour. The
original idea was to ship our own bikes over and do it all ourselves. But
around four or five years ago Pete discovered Edelweiss, a highly specialized
worldwide motorcycle touring company, and was instantly convinced this would be
the better way to go. Being that I generally despise any form of organized tour
I was initially not the least bit receptive, but when he rattled off the list
of advantages like that we use their bikes - so no worries about shipping back
and forth, insurance, breakdowns - and that they also shuttled your baggage
around from hotel to hotel, planned all the breakfasts and dinners, I started
to come around. The clincher though was this: you DON’T have to follow the
guides. That’s right, if you so desire you can just take off in the morning and
ride wherever and however you like, just as long as you’re back at the
designated arrival hotel that night.
SOLD!
We then spent the next few years deciding which tour
and when, but it was pretty clear from the outset that it would have to be their
"Grand Alps". At 13 days through almost every major pass in Austria,
Lichtenstein, Switzerland, France and Italy, it was the longest one they
offered in the region and happened only once a year. As it turned out the
schedule for 2014 put it at the end of June into the beginning of July, exactly
between our two 50th birthdays. How perfect was that?
As soon as the booking opened we were in.
Not long after our friend Dave decided he’d like to
join. Being that he would be turning Five Oh himself just before us he did
technically qualify (not that we would have banned him had he not) but what was
a little more worrisome was the fact that Dave has spent his entire riding
career piloting a Harley Night Train. Now as HD riders go he definitely has
that bike mastered and keeps a pace that generally leaves his fellow Milwaukeeans
long back in the dust. However this gig was going to be a whole other matter.
Edelweiss’ guide lists this tour as a “7 to 9” out of 10 in riding difficulty.
And the only types of bikes offered that would fit his well over 6 foot frame
were full-size adventure rigs like the BMW GS and Triumph Adventure. Perfectly
suitable in experienced hands for the unbelievable hilly and sinuous terrain,
but a world away in riding technique from his factory custom lead sled.
Despite this he was convinced he’d be up to the
challenge, and the nice thing about a group tour is that there are bound to be
riders of widely varying abilities and styles, so no matter what we would all
be able to find the right pace. And Dave essentially being a Monty Python
character who somehow escaped off the screen would lend some much needed
levity to our group, what with Herr Schaefer being the serious-minded, super organized
traveller and me focused 23 hours a day on just filming everything and going
Mach 2. So then there were three.
About a year out we booked our flights and decided
that we should take advantage of the opportunity to get in some other local
experiences while here so Pete and I gave ourselves two extra days up front to
run around Germany and Dave went five days ahead with an insanely ambitious
schedule to see most of the lower Scandinavian regions. All that was left now
was to assemble all the required gear and pack.
The Geekware
In my case I knew from the outset that I wanted to
record as much of this trip as possible in all forms, as so many people
expressed a lot of interest in knowing what it was like and I knew my writing
skills alone (or lack thereof) would never do it justice. I also wanted to be
able to piece together a little film that would tell the story in some coherent
way and serve as a memento in years to come. After a lot of research I decided
on the Drift Ghost S action camera as the weapon of choice as it got great
reviews and offered a 1080p/60 fps recording ability that rivalled the
ubiquitous GoPro but with a slim bullet shape instead of the “brick”. They also
came with a nice remote control that could synch with up to five cams. I picked
up two of them along with a pile of different mounts, batteries, mics and
whatever else I could imagine would be required. One would mount to the side of
my helmet and one low on the bikes’ frame, and I could also flip one of them to
be rearward facing off the luggage rack, hopefully giving me enough angles to
make it interesting as what kills most homemade videos is the lack of variety
in the vantage points. Not having a Top Gear budget this would have to do. I
also brought my trusty little waterproof Lumix compact camera for static pics
and filming.
The only problem in all this was my vast
underestimation in what it would take to get this all stuff up and running the
way I imagined it. More on that later…
D Minus 3
I am staring at the biggest collection of electronic
gear I’ve ever brought on a trip. It is spread all over my basement floor.
There are video cams. Still cams. Cell phone adapters. Suction cup mounts.
Tripods. Sticky mounts. Mini USB wires. Micro USB wires. Travel chargers.
Batteries. Back up drives. Memory cards. Tools. Tape. Tie wraps. And oh yeah,
should really add some clothes. And maybe a helmet, boots and jacket. Yes, you
are reading that right, at three days to go I hadn’t had single thing packed,
and this for the biggest trip of my life. Herr Schaefer on the other hand had
been packed for six months (and that is NOT an Ianism for dramatic purposes).
But the months leading up to this trip for me were pretty nuts and it just
never seemed to get to the top of the list. To make matters worse I now have to
leave for two days of work in Los Angeles and arrive back with only 24 hrs to
pack, go to work and then immediately head to the airport. Somehow I actually pull it off and amazingly
don’t forget anything (well, more on that latter too). Off to the airport to
catch our overnight flight.
Ze Fazerland
We land in Munich a little ahead of schedule at 9:30
am local, which is great as the next two days’ schedule is packed. We bolt
through customs (AMAZINGLY efficient, as one would expect here), grab our
luggage and run for the Sixt rental car counter. Since childhood it’s been my
dream to run loose on Germany’s famous Autobahn where long sections are free of
speed limits, and I absolutely cannot wait to have at it. I really would have
loved to do it in an Audi – my brand of choice for the last twenty years – but
they weren’t offered in any of the listings I could find online so I settled on
a 3 series BMW, still an excellent tool for the job. Despite my “express
status” we still have to wait a bit but thankfully we aren’t at the other major
rental counter… they’ve been completely shut down due to a piece of
unidentified luggage being left at the counter and that whole area has now been
police-taped off!
Our turn comes and I am informed that my car of choice
isn’t available… but we get a 5 series instead! No complaints. However as we
run through the garage to retrieve it I start realizing that in Europe you can
get a 5 with some truly tiny and anaemic engines… uh oh. Pete on the other hand
is ecstatic because most of the 5’s they rent are wagons, and what could be
cooler than cruising the ‘bahn in a eurowagon (if I have to explain why then
there’s little point. But trust me, it’s cool). We get to the correct row and
before I can even spot it all I can hear from Pete, two octaves too high, is
“IT’SAWAGONIT’SAWAGONIT’SAWAGON!!!!!!!”
Yes, a resplendent black one too with panoramic roof,
gorgeous brown leather interior, sat nav, the works.
But what’s it got for a motor? Hmm no badges on the tailgate to
tell us. I start it. Brrr-rrrr-rrr glig glig glig glig glig.
It’s the 2.5L diesel-electric hybrid.
Oh no.
Goodbye dreams of Autobahn glory.
We get in and head out for our first stop, the Audi
factory and museum in Ingolstadt, and as expected the little diesel struggles
to get the lavishly appointed mega wagon up to speed from a stop. However what’s
funny is that it doesn’t seem to slow as the needle climbs. Acceleration is
what I would describe as train-like, you don’t feel anything as you leave the
station but look down and suddenly the needle is sweeping past 200 km/h and
climbing. I can’t imagine how this is possible from such a tiny power plant. We
don’t really get to test it any further as there is traffic and construction
everywhere, making our 45 minute journey more like an hour and a half. Also
dashing any hopes of making it in time for the daily factory tour at 11:30.
As
much as I would have enjoyed that I am still happy just to be at the birthplace
of my last 5 cars and peruse the museum, which has an exquisite collection of
the brand’s models from the last hundred years. Audi has a bit of a weird
history, as they are really the sum of four brands that amalgamated over time,
Audi, Horch, DKW and Wanderer, so it’s cool to see firsthand examples of the
various types close up.
Of course my favourites are the powerhouses of the
eighties that really put the brand on the map such as the TransAm and IMSA race
sedans that were eventually banned from both series as they couldn’t be beaten;
and of course the legendary rally Quattros which turned the entire sport upside
down and forced everyone else to adopt AWD to even keep up. This arms race in
turn spawned the ferocious Group B cars like the 650 hp Quattro S1 that were
eventually deemed too fast to be safe and regulated out of existence.
I so want
to sit in the middle of the floor and commune with them for the rest of the
day, but we have much ground to cover so after a quick bite at the excellent
outdoor restaurant we hit the ‘bahn again.
Pete has dubbed our big black train the “Maus”, after
the famous 180 ton German WWII tank that
was too big to be of any practical use. Interestingly that also had
diesel-electric drive, but even its mighty 1200hp engine could only propel it
to no more than 20 km/h. Our Maus however seems to defy all known laws of
physics, as I hammer down and we watch in amazement as it climbs… 210, 220,
225, 230, 235… 240!!
We’re now travelling faster than I’ve ever gone in a
street car. Powered by a 2.5L diesel. Smaller cars scurry out of way like
Shermans surely would have when faced with the real Maus. I hold it down as
long as I dare but eventually I see Pete getting a bit squirmy so I back off to
a sedate 180 – 200. This pace seems to work as he now nods off to sleep and
after a few hours finds it completely normal. That is when we’re not stuck in
construction related traffic. In this regard Germany is no better than Quebec,
there are closed lanes EVERYWHERE. Perfectly signed and organized as you would
expect, but it really puts a damper on our pace.
Despite frequent full stops we still cover the 500+ kms
in under 5 hours. It’s glorious. The drivers are for the most part amazing,
staying in the appropriate lanes and most cruising along at somewhere around
160 to 180 km/h in a perfectly organized ballet. When all is clear and you’re
surrounded by locals, the Autobahn is the true promise of what highway driving
can ultimately be. Next stop, the Nurburgring.