In Germany with a motorbike, my first trip by Daniele Somenzi
Stato: GERMANY (DE)
1982 motor from Massa at Frankfurt (first trip)
posted by daniele Somenzi [14/02/2007 19:57]
Shortly before leaving for the military paratroopers in Pisa, with my friend Luciano and Giorgio Zanella Vezzosi Casalmaggiore respectively Malaguti 50cc and honda 125 and I Garelli 50cc with a 4 speed transmission, we left for my first real journey of life. First time abroad and first time to sleep tenda.Varcato in the border state of Brenner, the first night we passed a campsite a few kilometers in là.Ho found that perterra comfortable for sleeping, a real mattress, Towels and not surrogates inflatable, with those, you are very scomodi.Giorgio sleeping in tents com me, and there was always ridere.Lui is a barrel full of laughter, his jokes are constant at all times. Sin afraid that the plane otherwise who knows how many trips we could do in the future. Ia austria meadow campsite where we spent the first night was beautiful, surrounded by nature and little traffic, because with us motorbikes through the state and not on the motorway where everyone passing by. The lines on the road are yellow rather bianche.La long disciesa us to Innsbruk, and then left to a climb that has forced us to put the first gear, the head of my Garelli was glowing because there was no air a little cool for the velocità.Ci we stopped a couple of times to cool. Once over the border with Germany, we arrive at night in the city of Ulm. We had the German mark and not found a campsite, then we mounted our 2 tents in a public park, hoping that nobody will hunt. The following morning the road to good hours in a little bar to have breakfast and follow our pace of 50 km h to 400 km giornaliaeri.
Into Germany, with the sun, we lined godavamo Indian splendid landscapes of the countryside, and little pianino, more and more for Germany on the Berlin wall, reaching the coast and for a long time the river Rhine, one more night camping, shower and sleep, Because of the short distance from our camp, we have also made a trip to France, passing the bridge and reaching a French airport, at that time I had flown with the aircraft cessna Cinquale never made the flight line . In France, for the little time we have been, we were able to enter into a souvenir shop, where George was amazed sententomi speak French, what little I had learned in the mid-and that I had taught my first morosa of Life, The Corinne, Swiss Lake Leman.
We were en route to haidelberg where my passion for Formula 1 has led us to circuido you Hokenheim, and hear hear, ripping to the rule, we decide to sleep even at the inside of the Motodrom, because it was empty, three Room after several nights in camp, there was just a brush, and the laughter that we have made in the room that night I remember to this day.
Finally arrived in Offenbach, the suburbs of Frankfurt, we were hosted at the home of friends in Germany for a couple of nights, the type we have run around Frankfurt that day that we have not touched the moped, the tower of beer Enningen but sopratutto l 'international airport with planes coming from all over the world, magic moment for me.
We start the way back, and in stages without any problems for our media, through the usual 8 hours a day in the saddle, covering about 400 km a day, we arrived in Zurich in Switzerland and then down, until the step that brings us into the area where Italian is spoken, and we found by accident in the highway free but restricted to fifty, then a side gate of the network randomly open, enabled us to re enter the ordinary way without incurring fines.
At the grocery store for a sandwich I did praise the beautiful girl not believing understand Italian, but other things that he spoke our language perfectly, the model that we are red flame of a burner of a building of Belluno.
The camp of Bellinzona is amazing, surrounded by green mountains with streams, George them as always sleep in the tent with me reaches the apotheosis of sympathy making spanciare with laughter with his jokes.
The next day we decide to make a detour to go and find Corinne, my ex, without the approval of Luciano, who, shortly after also falling for his inattention to a traffic light, angry black unilaterally decides to take the road that port in Italy, and not leave feeling not only giving up so we took to go from the beautiful Corinne (cabbage)
Returned to Italy, we are just in time to spend a night in a tent at the Monza circuit, to attend the trials of Gp.
That night no sleep due to the fault of the fans who were drunk noise around, already had a dream the previous night's camp in Bellinzona.
Our epic journey was also reported in an article and photo on the time of monthly Tuttomoto.