Zut Alors! Here we go again...

Welcome to this travelogue which will describe our experiences and exploits as we ride around Europe peddling our own unique brand of British diplomacy to our cuddly little Johnny Foreigner neighbours. Yes, the Red Lion Bikers will shortly be back on the road once more and this year we take on Europe. 3300 miles of what we hope is the best that the continent has to offer... its beautiful and varied scenery, diverse and welcoming people, warm weather, wonderful roads and interesting food.

I shall attempt to relay our experiences in as literate a fashion as possible, the standard of which may vary dependent upon the usual factors...

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Our route...

Our route...
We'll be on the look out for very large blue pins at each place we stop...

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Do we go left here? Err...


With the Monaco Grand Prix having taken place the day before, on leaving Nice we were keen to pop the five miles round to Monte Carlo. The street circuit was re-opened to Joe Public and there was a real buzz in riding the bikes along the start finish straight and through the infamous tunnel albeit it at snail's pace, not 200 mph. It really is difficult to grasp that these cramped and twisty lanes can be negotiated at such speeds in an F1 car and at one point a restaurant doorway is literally four feet from the edge of the track. It brings a new meaning to 'mind the traffic when you leave' especially after a one too many Pinot Grigiots with your Frogs Legs.

With Monaco disappearing in our mirrors, we made a pace for Desenzano which is a town by the shores of Lake Garda in Italy. Now I don't know about you but Lake Garda to me sounds like the kind of place where busloads of octogenarians would go in an annoyingly large number. Whilst I'm sure there were a few of the old darlings knocking about Desenzano, what was immediately obvious on arrival following a very warm ride, is that Lake Garda is definitely not Paignton, or Torquay or, heaven forbid, anywhere in Wales. It is a beautiful town, classy and very chic and the scenery of the lake itself is absolutely stunning and quite takes your breath away.

The town is picture postcard quaint but, like most of the places we've visited, it's clean, well maintained and the locals seem to take pride in their home town... just like the UK... But, as we weren't there on behalf of the Parks and Highways Dept, we ate and imbibed with our usual gusto and otherwise spent a pleasant evening people watching.

Questions for tomorrow... will Andy 'Vin Diesel' still be a Will O' the Wisp and with us but not really there? Will Digger look any better after another late night than he did this morning? Will Pete get that call from the Palace? And, the question that's been on all of ours, and I'm sure your, minds... will Tony make it through the tour on one pair of pants. If he does, he's promised to auction them off for charity... personally I think he should donate them to medical research.

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