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FjordGS
FjordGS
📅 14 napja 👁 1 👍 1

Rundt Osteroeya i yr

Rain Scandinavia Norwegian Fjords Autumn Adventure Bike

Loerdag var det meldt yr hele dagen, og det ble det ogsaa. Men det var den fine sorten, den som bare henger i lufta og ikke faller, og etter en uke inne kjente jeg at jeg maatte ut litt, selv om det ikke ble langt. Ute av byen ved tre-tiden.E16 forbi Arna, av ved Herland og over Osteroeybrua. Midt paa brua blaaste det mer enn jeg hadde regnet med, og fjorden under var graa og blank som bly. Jeg holdt meg i hoeyre del av feltet og tok det med ro. GSen ligger fint i vind, det er meg det er noe galt med.Paa oeya er alt smalere og roligere. Fra Haugo og utover mot Lonevaag gaar veien langs vannet med bjoerk og rogn paa begge sider, mer gul enn groenn naa, og vaate blader i hjulsporene. Folk sier rognebaerene aldri har vaert saa roede som i aar, og at det betyr en snoerik vinter. Jeg tror ikke ...

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BariCoast
📅 14 napja

Sabato in Murgia, fino a Castel del Monte

Solo Ride Country Road Scenic View Autumn Weekend +1

Da noi l'autunno non arriva, bisogna andarlo a prendere. Sabato a Bari c'erano ancora ventisei gradi e il lungomare pieno di gente in costume, quindi dopo pranzo ho preso la moto e sono salito in Murgia, dove almeno qualcosa cambia.Statale 98 fino a Bitonto, poi Terlizzi e Ruvo. Sulla strada piu trattori che macchine, tutti con i rimorchi pieni di cassette d'uva, e dietro ognuno una scia di mosto che ti entra nel casco. Superarli non conviene, tanto alla rotonda dopo ne trovi un altro. Per una volta non avevo fretta.Dopo Andria si sale. Gli ulivi finiscono e cominciano i muretti a secco, i campi gia arati, le pietre bianche che spuntano dalla terra rossa. Il vento c'e sempre, e a un certo punto ho dovuto chiudere la giacca, cosa che a Bari non faccio da maggio. La ventola non e partita una...

ChromeWolf
ChromeWolf
📅 14 napja 👁 1 👍 1

Catfish at a Fire Hall Out Past Chapel Hill

Country Road Sunset Story Time Food Stop Cruiser +1

Friday evening I took the Heritage south on 31A, down through Nolensville and past Triune where the new houses finally give out, and kept on toward Chapel Hill with the sun getting low on my right. No plan to it past the road itself.About the time the fence lines got honest again I smelled grease, and then I saw the sign. Hand painted on plywood, leaned on a sawhorse at a crossroads: FISH FRY TONITE, with an arrow. I followed it to a cinderblock fire hall with both bay doors rolled up and the trucks parked out in the grass to make room. Three big cast iron kettles going out back on propane, and a line of folks that ran out past the flagpole.Plate was catfish, hushpuppies, white beans and slaw, twelve dollars, and the money went in a coffee can marked for new turnout gear. Nobody made chang...

ChromeNation
ChromeNation
📅 14 napja 👁 1

Brisket in Lockhart and the Long Way Home

Solo Ride Country Road Food Stop Autumn Cruiser

First Saturday of October and the forecast finally had a number under ninety in it, so I rode down to Lockhart for lunch. It is barely thirty miles from my place if you take 183 straight down, which is exactly why I did not. Went east first on the back roads past the airport and came into town from the north with the sun behind me.Parked on the courthouse square. That courthouse is a big old stone thing with a clock tower, and every time I see it I forget it is not a movie set. Walked over to Smitty's, the one where you come in through the back and walk right past the fire on the floor of the pit room. Smoke in your eyes, heat on your shins, and they cut your brisket onto butcher paper while you watch. Half a pound of fatty, a sausage ring, crackers and a slice of onion. You eat it with yo...

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BrickMonster
📅 15 napja 👁 2 👍 1

Door het Gooi naar de Loosdrechtse Plassen

Solo Ride Country Road

Eerste weekend van oktober en voor het eerst in weken een voorspelling zonder regen tot de middag. Ik rijd bijna altijd naar het noorden of langs de Amstel, dus deze keer bewust naar het oosten, het Gooi in. Om half negen de Monster van het slot, de straat nog nat van de nacht, de lucht al open.Via Diemen over de oude weg naar Muiden. Bij het Muiderslot even stilgestaan op de brug over de Vecht, de gracht om het kasteel nog in de mist en verder niemand, alleen een man die zijn bootje aan het leeghozen was. Daarna over de dijk naar Naarden. Ik was eerlijk gezegd nog nooit binnen de vesting geweest, alleen erlangs op de A1. Je rijdt over een brug door de wallen naar binnen en dan sta je ineens in een stadje waar alles klopt: kinderkopjes, lage huizen, de grote kerk in het midden. De Monster ...

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