[VD Travel] I'm back...

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[VD Travel] I'm back...

...despite a bad case of Throttle Blister, and even a bout of Clutch Thumb en route...

3 thousand 9 hundred & something miles, phew...

Thought I was going nowhere to begin with when the border police at the yoyotunnel took me aside for a thorough grilling before letting me through to the train. They questioned me for disconcerting length of time, asking where exactly I was going, what cash I had with me, how long I had had the bike, who I was meeting where and when, why I was going, if they could see the bike papers and any hotel reservations - I felt like a total criminal despite not having any bombs or drugs stashed in the (totally standard) exhaust... They let me go when they got bored I guess...

Popped out of the tunnel in France, hit the autoroute to get the dull north out of the way. Decided to make Day 1 a bit more interesting by running the bike dry on the autoroute - the little RR proves a thirsty little bastard when you keep it between 120-140mph on those empty Aroutes. Doh! Discovered that the French for petrol is l'essence. I won't be forgetting that in a hurry. And that instead of 145 to the tank I can do 131 at those speeds. Good job the petrol's cheaper over there and I dont have the opportunity to drive like that over here very often. Battery went flat with the hazard lights on I
think, cos bike wouldn't start, just made horrible norrible noises when I hit the start switch. Got bump started and noticed it had fried the bike's computer, arse! Clocks reset to 1pm and trip switches back to 0.

Anyway, finally got to the Jura without further mishap, windey windey, followed by the Alps, windey windey windey, up Val d'Isere, passed Mont Blanc, along a bit of the Route des Grandes Alpes in the oppoite direction to the one I planned. Got diverted onto tiny roads long before I realised I was going north and not south. Got puzzled when the signs started pointing to places I really didnt want to go though, so stopped to puzzle over my map for a bit. Bike decided it didn't want to start up again at an altitude of around 2500m (it sounded rather wheezy in the mountains, idling at around 1k instead of the usual 1.5k) so I had to get a bump start from a friendly sweaty half naked french farmer blokey in the sun = computer fried again. I got back on track after a bit and reached Route Napolean to continue southwards. Someone (Dodgy?) suggested a road that they reckoned was one of the best in the world - and I have to agree. When I can be arsed to unpack I'll check out the roads I took & stick them in another post. A lot worth recommendind, but my brain isn't working well enough to remember details at the mo.

After that I went south to Monte Carlo to hunt for some posh people. Didn't see any but saw a yacht with a helicopter on it so there must have been some hiding around somewhere. Went WHEEE as I hooned through the tunnel pretending I was Jacques Vileneuve. In both directions. Then I got the hell out of there, it was way too hot for hanging around in leathers.