When you think back at all the riding/bike stuff you have done, what stands out as your favorite occasion or memory?
For me it is 82 when I spent a couple of months travelling Europe with my then 750 Bonnie. I was in Italy when Italy won the soccer World Cup. Maan did the Italians go crazy!! The police painted their cars in the Italian flag's colours and went driving around the city with everyone else drinking wine.
Those days you were allowed to ride in Italy without a helmet. And say what you will re saefty, that was nice. But forget to try and sort out the hair afterwards...
Got together with a group of German riders, (Germany lost in the soccer final against Italy and they did not take that to well...) we stayed in this little town on the Italian riviera. Used to travel up a mountain (took about 1/2 hour) where there was a bar at the top. We sit outside at a large stone table having some drinks and cracking nuts on the stone table in the warm evenings. Then ride down the winding road and go to town. Get home at 5am. Sleep, get up, have something to eat, ride to the beach and then do the same thing again.
There was something special with that. Could also have to do with that there was this little Italian girl that used to pillon with me...
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