Thursday, September 30, 2010

Not normally POLITICALLY oriented, but this one is right up my alley !

I dont normally do political blogs but as my European riding mates saw, I do promote Canada whenever I can as I love this country beyond any verbal description.

Here is a copy of an email I received which I had to post.


 An Australian Definition of a Canadian 
 In case anyone asks you who a Canadian is . . . 
     
   
You probably missed it in the local news, but there was a report that someone in Pakistan had advertised in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed a Canadian - any Canadian.. 


An Australian dentist wrote the following editorial to help define what a Canadian is, so they would know one when they found one. 
  
   
A Canadian can be English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German,  Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. A Canadian can be Mexican,  African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani or Afghan. 
A Canadian may also be a Cree, Métis, Mohawk, Blackfoot, Sioux, or one of the many other tribes known as native Canadians.   A Canadian's religious beliefs range from Christian, Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,  Hindu or none.   In fact, there are more Muslims in Canada than in Afghanistan . The key difference is that in Canada they are free to worship as each of them chooses. Whether they have a religion or no religion, each Canadian ultimately answers only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God. 
   
A Canadian lives in one of the most prosperous lands in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Charter of Rights and Freedoms which recognize the right of each  person to the pursuit of happiness. 
   
 A Canadian is generous and Canadians have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return. Canadians welcome the best of everything, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services and the best minds. 
But they also welcome the least -  the oppressed, the outcast and the rejected. 
   
These are the people who built Canada . You can try to kill a Canadian if you must as other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world have tried but in doing so you could just be killing a relative or a neighbour. This is because Canadians are not a particular people from a particular place.  They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom.   Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, can be a Canadian. 
   
   
Please keep this going!   Pass this around the World.   Then pass it around again.   
It says it all, for all of us. 
   
    
 'Keep your stick on the ice' 
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 Dr. Dan, you would appreciate this one...it is a dentist who writes this. My experience with dentists and intellect has always been one worthy of much praise !!


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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

MAXINISMS....

Employment application forms always ask who should
be contacted in case of emergency. I think you should
write, "A good doctor."

Maxinisms....

I've often thought that life is a like a roll of toilet tissue.
The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes !!!

Monday, September 27, 2010

The European Motorcycle Tour 2010 - A Review

The European Motorcycle Tour 2010 - Reviewed

Reviews are bitter-sweet. They have both bite as well as savouring in them. This motorcycle tour review can be no different but I trust my 'bites' will be worthwhile morsels rather than thoroughly critical mastications.

    This tour lasted from Aug. 24 to Sept 4th, 8 full riding days, the remaining days used for arrival meetings, Munich and BMW factory touring and return by bus to the airport.
    To use the "Good, Bad, and Ugly" cliche, let me begin with the Good.
 

The GOOD
Outstanding roads
That 'spaghetti twist' which you see displayed is the road of the Stelvio pass in the northern Italian Alps. Arguably, the best motorcycling roadway in the world for cruiser/touring/sports bikes, it was best ridden on bikes in the 800cc range for there are 60 diametrically opposed switchbacks in less than 75 kms. An amazing test of riding skills and and also automotive driving skills. Even the famed Stirling Moss of British racing fame crashed in a race here.
    Stelvio is absolutely fantastic to ride. Ascending, a rider finds a hairpin turn every half km. or less. The ascent is made even more challenging as this is an open road with constant traffic in both directions. Bus traffic is the worst to encounter as the roadway is as about as wide as 3 VW's beetles, side by side. So, you ride and in seconds, you turn, then ride again, and seconds later, turn again but in the other direction. You better love right turns as much as lefties.
    Another spectacular pass was the Passo Mendola, again in the Dolomiti mountains of Italy, north of Bolzano. Maybe because I speak Italian or because my wife is Italian or that I have been to the region before, for me the Dolomiti were the epitome of motorcycle riding. Great scenery, lovely people, and outstanding coffee !!!
Spectacular scenery
Picture postcard settings were the norm no matter which direction you turned, no matter which day it was. Cattle and goats grazing on verdant green pastures made the rides nearly Zen-like because of their peaceful tranquility and pastoral beauty. A rider could easily be distracted, mesmerized by the endless beauty of the Italian, German, Austrian, Swiss and Slovenian Alpine countryside. But one must remember that these are working farm areas and at times traffic congestion was very rural !

When we experienced these rural traffic tie-ups, I was reminded of the foothills of the Canadian Rockies with the same kind of traffic congestions. Only one difference though, Canadian wranglers actually rode horses while the Europeans seemed to be on foot. No matter, in both riding areas when cattle were crossing, traffic was not 'mooving.' (Sorry, I couldn't resist that one !)


Skilled, knowledgeable guides
Our lead guide was an amazing fellow. An Austrian police officer who was using his vacation time to guide us through the Alpine regions, Peter Linschinger must have had a GPS navigation system in his head for he seemed to know every roadway, every stretch, every little village as if he rode them daily. Maybe he did. In many cases, he likely did. His constabulary position ensured that we never exceeded speed limits by very much and adhered to them religiously as we went through any village. Peter was a personable, affable, sociable man whose accented English made him even more endearing. No question was too trivial, or too picayune for this patient man to answer. He blended the riding group like a sociological conductor of a human 14 piece ensemble, knowing who needed prodding, who needed advice, who needed reassurance. But also knowing, who could be given a bit more free rein in riding freedom based on recognized superior riding skills.
    Our tail gunner, Florian Neuhauser's age, belied the leadership skills this 24 year old young man had already acquired. He was observant of every group member as a rider and as a member of the "team." He too knew when to encourage, who to compliment and who to let a little loose because of their riding capability. An astute young man who will one day become an outstanding lead guide from what I have seen of him thus far. A quiet, polite, not flamboyant but very sociable young man.

Excellent accommodation

Accommodation and dining were excellent in almost every case. In some instances, one had to remind oneself that this was the European Alps. Therefore, hotels may be smaller, rooms too and luckily, riders never carry much luggage, occasionally a room may be on a third floor with no elevator assistance. Oh, to have such problems in life !
   Food was terrific with very substantial breakfasts of breads, croissants, jams, and deli cut meat platters wherever the Teutonic influence was strongest. The Italians tend to eschew meats for a sweeter brekkie which was a disappointment for those who got hooked on the tasty German hams. Dinners were always substantial and delicious. Again, pork schnitzel was a mainstay of the German based hotels, always well prepared, always delicious. At nearly every dinner, the group was given choices of entrees so vegetarians could easily dine well also.




The BAD
Lack of personal exploration time
There really isn't much to be critical of for this tour was excellently organized and well managed throughout. But when push comes to shove, perhaps one could whine for some more personal time for individual exploring. Much of the countryside demanded photographing and this was difficult to do when one had to stick with the group. But this is quibbling, though not to everyone. Some riders just want to ride, others want to stop and 'smell the roses.' I became a convert to the latter way of thinking after riding Kananaskis country, in the Alberta foothills of the Canadian Rockies.
   Personal exploration time would also give riders some free time to repeat some ride routes or portions of them, for some rides really should have been done twice for maximum riding pleasure.

The UGLY 
BMW bikes are not all they are reputed to be 
One of the bikes, an R1200RT sports tourer, had clutch and throttle problems. The rider was very experienced, for which is passenger was very thankful. The throttle/clutch problems proved to be very notable problems in the mountain riding.
   Another bike had its transmission seize up after it had been dropped. Again, a very experienced rider, more than 20 years of riding behind him, so he knew that this type of occurrence was abnormal. Still, an unexpected surprise leading to untimely delays for the entire group.
   To the organizer's favour, they handled the second situation with speed and efficiency getting a replacement bike out in less than 2 hours. 

No radio communication between guides
Having experienced another group ride, I have seen that radio communication between lead guide and tail gunner is crucial to avoid delays, lost time, and lost riders. In large groups, there is a tendency for riders to straggle or be drawn out and traffic lights can result in breaks in the chain of continuity. Radio communication is the obvious solution to dealing with almost all unexpexted issues/

Bike pickup and return
Bike pickup and return was done in a small Bavarian town, Lenggries, located about 60 kms south of Munich. We were bussed to the bike dealership to pick up our bikes and stay in the village overnight. But pickup was an untypical example of German inefficiency: one dealer service person taking care of all the documentation, paperwork and liability agreements for all 14 members of the group, a painfully slow process which irritated all of us, the less patient ones even more.
    Bike return was as exasperating, if not worse. All but one of our riders had a riding mishap. Karn King, a mature female rider rode with steadfast confidence, never having a single mishap.
She was the only one !!! Bravo Karn ! All the other riders had to have their bikes assessed for extent of damage and cost of repair. This was amazingly time consuming for again, only one dealership service person was working with the group.
   In both instances, given the number of bikes being rented by the group, the dealer should have handled matters differently and more expeditiously.

In summary
Organized by RoadRunner Motorcycle Magazine, an American publication, this tour was superb. The owner is European and though living in the USA for about the last 15 years, returns to Europe almost annually. The company sponsors many other rides in other parts of the world (see www.roadrunner.travel) Our group had riders who had ridden with the company in South America and they were highly complimentary of how good the company is in their tour offerings. I agree.
   This tour had no surprises, other than the unexpected beauty of the roads traveled. The hotels were never less than 3 star in quality, the food the same. Breakfasts and dinners were included. No unexpected expenses were occurred any where, damaged bikes notwithstanding. Riders paid for their own lunches, drinks and gas, all personal expenditures. Otherwise, no rider had to dip into their wallet unexpectedly. This was as it should be.

   Would I go back? Given that the tour cost was about $4500 US, depending on one's choice of bike, the budget can take a significant hit. But taking that into consideration, I would go back in a flash. Would I go back for a tour with this company? Unequivocally, YES ! They gave good value for the buck, good service, delivered what they promised with one added quibble on my part. I arrived days earlier but no one met me for assistance to get to our hotel. I underline quibble as the company cannot be expected to meet every individual arrival personally.
    And given the beauty of the Alps, unreservedly, I conclude this is the best riding I have ever experienced in my life. I will have to start saving my pennies for a return !!!
End of a long day !
   

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Not on my WATCHES !!!


I bought 8 of them !

I find it almost as incredible as you do. A man buying 8 watches? A man with only two arms...mind you, they can be a bit longish !
    When I retired about 10 years ago, I took off my watch and said I would never wear one again. Then, while riding one day, I stopped in at a Walmart store (I confess I go shopping there on occasion...they do stock a lot of things!) and bought my first replacement watch for my old Seiko which got corroded in the drawer in which it was stored for years. I never thought a bedroom drawer would be too humid for Seiko but the corrosion seized up the whole working mechanism of the watch. Hence, a replacement was in order.
And so, "The Walmart SPECIAL" ended up costing me about $13 US. A bargain. Waterproof, shockproof and likely made in China but so what, I am not going to be racist about it and it maybe it is painted in a lead base paint, but I don't plan on eating the watch. It fit; it kept time accurately, it was easy to read while riding my motorcycle but best of all, the price was super. Though I had convinced myself that the crucial criteria was that it had to be readable, easily, at arm's length and on a bumpy, extended arm.
   This one was a winner, so don't ask me what possessed me to go on a watch spending spree. Maybe it was that my wrist didn't balk at sizing as much as my waist ! I think that may be the ticket !
     My next purchase was in Munich. I was walking in Marianplatz and walked by a Swiss Army Knife store. I own a Swiss Army knife and it has served me really well in all my travels over the years. I browsed the shop window and there it was, a Swiss Army Knife watch, blue faced, the white Swiss cross on the red background at the 12 o'clock position. The temptation was too much. I couldn't resist and besides, this was non-fattening!
    The Wenger, that's the name used in Germany for the Swiss Army Knife watches was a real winner. A sexy blue face, satiny in its sheen. Large easy-to-read numbers. How could I go wrong? And the icing on
the cake wasn't the silver bracelet. It was the nicely isolated date for the day of the month. Oh how cool it was! I got it, warranty, instructions on how to use it, how to save battery life when storing or not in use. Not
in use? Hell, I was wearing this thing night a day. Made me wonder if
the German soldiers of WWII were saluting or if they were merely
showing off their beautiful watches. I was definitely showing mine off
with my arm up in the air much of the time !
   Then, I was in St. Moritz, Switzerland and thought I should buy my wife something special. Jewelry? A tough decision but a watch would
be useful. I was given less than an hour to shop with the motorcycle
group with whom I was riding. I found a shop easily and the clerk would find me to be an easy mark as her Italian was incredibly easy to understand. When I explained that I wanted to buy TWO watches, one for me and one for my wife, but that I wanted something special yet not so that I would have to sell my rented bike ! She understood me well and found a beautiful mother of pearl faced Tissot for my wife and another blue faced Chrono Tissot for me. Well, she sold me on Tissot as a "Made in Switzerland" timepiece. What else could you ask for and a pearl faced one...wonderful, beautiful, sold...watches 3 and 4 !
Pearl faced !
Just look at all the buttons !
    Man, I was on a roll but after these purchases,  the clock had run out on buying any more. The budget sure was being hit. Still, I could not resist the itchy need of window shopping as I walked past any jewelry store. And I forced myself to keep walking, many times, over and over until I spotted the Festina. Oh what a clean face; how readable; now here was a well designed watch face. And a bargain at just over $100E. Irresistible and I could read it with a mere glance. Beat the Walmart by a mile !
    OK...now this watch purchasing was becoming silly, if not ouright costly, don't you think? I agree, kind of  like a woman shopping for shoes or a hand bag. One pair, one bag is never enough, but 5 watches should do it, don't you think ? I sure thought so. Little did I know I would be tempted again in Genoa.
    Years ago, while on a trip to Morocco, a scam artist caught me getting on to my tour bus with the offer of a Rolex for $20 US. A Rolex for $20 bucks...what do you take me for? A fool? But I looked at the watch. The sweep of the seconds hand showed it was ticking. $20? Ah, what the hell, I have spent more than that on cocktails!
    Well, that watch kept on ticking, better than a Timex for something like 10 years. When it finally died on a subsequent trip to Italy, a jeweler refused to change the battery for me denigrating the watch as being a "falso Rolex." Italians can be damn proprietary when it comes to protecting their luxury goods turf. And a 'falso Rolex' meant I was supporting the underground economy, so no battery change. Funny thing though, when I got home, and my brother-in-law, master of repairs, tried to open the case, he told me it had been glued tight. There was no way it could be opened. Just punishment ? Retribution for buying on the black market? Who knows! But here I was in Genoa, down by the docks. In fact, down by the pirate ship which was used for the Johnny Depp movie. The sidewalk hawkers were out in full force and one stepped around a post and asked in passable English, "You want to buy a Rolex?" He must have had fishing line attached to the watch as he reeled me in. $25E was the asking price. I offered 20E. He wouldn't budge. I stuck out the money but started walking away. He had just hooked another catch, so it looked like I was about to be released. But no, he had seen the colour of the Euros and relented. He sauntered up to me, and whispered clandestinely, "OK, OK...deal!"
A friend of mine owns a real Rolex. I will challenge him to be able to tell the difference when they are side by side. But he better not shower with mine on. The condensation accumulates under the crystal and only a hair dryer resolved that issue. I didn't know if the heat would affect the mechanism but a couple of days later, I lost an hour on this watch. Damn, well it was fun for a few days. And then, lo and behold, it started up again and has kept perfect time now for over a month. But oh how cool it looks...and I get the biggest kick out of saying, "Wanna know what the Rolex time is ?"
    If it lasts half as long as my first 'falso' did, I will be smiling with pleasure.
   OK, you would think I would be running out of time on this whole story by now. I sure thought so. Shopping in Paris, I resisted, and resisted, especially when I saw the prices. Then I hit the airport, crossed the security line and bumped into a Swatch watch store. They didn't have what I wanted. Maybe better to say I didn't see what I wanted. Wanted? Well, my wife just happened to innocently ask me "what day it was?" a few days early and I didn't know. Damn, I replied, I need a watch that shows the days of the week. Hunt, hunt, hunt...nothin or at least nothing reasonably priced until I hit the duty free stores at Charles DeGaulle Airport. I found another Tissot, different again, black faced, with the days of the week and each day even had a number to indicate which number of the week the day was. So Sunday, day 1, Monday, day 2...oh how cool was that. Even the clerk hadn't realized how these dates worked but we both came to the realization with a little stem turning. OK, watch #7, one for every day of the week! Enough already!!!
   But then I spotted the SWATCH and asked myself, 'How many people own a SWATCH watch?' I don't and why not? For just 43 Euros how can one say No? And it was duty free!
   There you have it the timeless tale of my watch saga. Customs declaration was another adventure...one which is best left untold !
   Oh and a final point. Calvin Klein, Hugo Boss, D &G, Cartier...they dont know beans about creating well designed watches. They create jewelry and it shows. Ask me, I know now !!!
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Dedicated to Penny and Larry !

Two riders down...but not by accident!

    Penny and Larry were the two group members who were forced out of the ride for personal reasons. Penny's father, in his 90's, was not well at the outset of the motorcycle trip. I could relate to their stress as my mother-in-law was having her own health issues, serious ones, bad ones, as we thought at the time.

    On Saturday, just a few days into the ride, Penny and Larry got the dreaded call that they must come home immediately as Penny's father had taken a bad turn. The whole group was subdued as Penny and Larry's were loaded for transport back to the bike dealer.

     Penny and Larry were from West Virginia, from an area where they liked to brag they were the paupers of the neighbourhood, surrounded by multi-million dollar homes, by famous rock stars, by celebrities. They both laughed that they had never expected to be in such illustrious starry company, but there they were. Penny, not being big on cooking, likes to underline that grocery shopping for her is just a phone call away, with delivery by the store. Imagine, and they aren't celebrities!!!

    Larry was the more subdued, soft spoken of the couple. But when he spoke, there was always something of merit, of value in what he said. He wasted no words. He remembered facts very well and was able to recall them clearly for the benefit of his listener. He talked about riding, camping, roughing it by bike. A gentle man, but one who listened as well as he described. A perfect foil to Penny's epiee!

    But Penny was no shrinking wall flower. A very gently spoken woman, who giggled and laughed, smiled and gleamed in her effervescence as she engaged everyone in conversation.  A very caring woman who watched and engaged individuals who may have seemed to be left out of the social circle. They were never left out when Penny was there. She remembered little things about the person and brought them up as she engaged the person in conversation. She was empathetic and engaging every where she turned. A gentle, caring lady !

    We never did learn the end of the story in relation to Penny's dad but I think we didn't really want to know for whatever reasons each of us had:  engaged in our own excitement, troubled by our own family health stresses, whatever. It may have been a good thing but still, as human beings, I am certain every member of the group felt badly for Penny and Larry and hoped the outcome for them was one which would give them a facet of satisfaction...either making it back on time, or better still, making it back to good news.

    We all hoped and we all prayed in our own personal way.

     We still wish you well Penny and Larry.


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The Alpine Motorcycling group members!

A great group of riders,,,every one !

   We started out as a group of 14, all but one rode and and all but one rider had some sort of mishap. I will point out who the perfect rider was in a later blog. But, good fortune was on our side so not one single physical injury occurred in any of our mishaps.

    I would like to list and describe everyone of the group members, but at the request of those who are not detailed, I have omitted some but they have not been forgotten. One in particular, was likely the best dressed of the whole bunch of us, a quiet, subdued person who, at first glance, seemed aloof or standoffish but who as trust and social affability grew, warmed to the group and became an integral part of the group.

   Every person in this group contributed so much to the molding, melding and dynamic integrity of the whole team. Some were more centers of attention, others were quieter wall flowers, but every one made this biker brigade a marvelous group.

   Our two guides, personalities that led us well, blended us well, mixed the sociability of the group really well. They knew when to assist, when to back away, when to advise, and when to be quiet. A dynamic duo!

In my next blogs, I will write about the group individuals who have permitted me to write about them. And though, there may be an omission, this is no way a slant or slur against anyone. This group was a great bunch of people, with no reservations, each one. If anyone might be slurred a bit, it could be me as I didn't loosen up enough. I kept up my guard up too much. I think I set up defensive guards. Why? Maybe apprehensions about my self-image? Maybe my apprehensions that I might have not been able to match the riding skills of the other members. But in my quick defense, I never had a moving accident. My incident was at a standsitll in a parking lot.

   In Italy, in Rapallo, at a coffee stop, I wanted a photo as I was incredibly excited about being back in Italy and having the opportunity of practicing my Italian. All our bikes were parked in a sloping parking area, the slope of which was not noticeable while walking. I asked for a group member to take my photo as I leaned against my bike. The "lean" was just enough to 'tip' the bike over. Worse still, the bike was parked next to another member's and knocked it over too. Embarrassment does not come close to how I felt. As we were each responsible for any damage to our bikes, my bad feelings as to what happened grew even more.

     The bikes had lots of room and were parked well, or at least we all thought so. There was no jamming or cramming, yet, when I leaned against my ride, as I have done so many, many times before, the falling away of my bike wasn't even noticeable as the bike began to go down away from me. In a second, I realized the bike was falling, but a BMW R1200RT weighs just a little less than a Harley. Catching and holding such a bike as it is dropping is not something one can do much about. I knew it. I remembered it. There is nothing one person can do. I cried. I apologized. I felt like hell.
     Minimal rubs, scratches resulted. Thanks to clever use of pen and ink, scratches were 'eliminated' and to my relief at the end of the trip, no damage charges were incurred. Whew !
    Here is the photo which I wanted at the very outset...simple, innocent, but man, was there a lot of to getting this shot.

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Tour ended...SPECTACULAR !

What a spectacular tour !

    I am back home and now resume my blogging for you motorcycle enthusiasts and friends.

    In short, the trip was so exciting, I never came down enough to do my blogging. If you had been there, you would relate to what I am saying really well.

    Now, here are just a few topics which I will be writing about in the next few weeks:

  • France, the French, their foods, their sanitation and cleanliness, their love of pets;
  • Italy, the Italians, their foods, their love of life, their affability (sympatico)
  • The summary of my motorcycle riding;
  • The wines I tasted and the vineyards in which I stood before tasting the particular wine;
  • My recipes or what I learned in my cooking classes...making your own pasta is the only way to go;
  • Comparisons: French vs Italian...in cooking, in wines, in house wines, in friendliness, in foods, in tourist sites and more;
  • Some comments about motorcycle touring in groups, in Canada, in Europe, budget awareness
  • And more....
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

New CONTEST for a bottle of my wine...shipped in the fall !

Submit a caption for the MAXINE foto taken at the beach in San Bartolomeo, Italian Riviera north. I will post a selection of what we think are best and see which one readers like most. Sounds like a big undertaking, but then I have nothing to do while my "valet" reorganizes her luggage.

Here is the photo for which you are to create a caption. Submit as many captions as you like to szpin@sympatico.ca

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Next leather comment gets it between the eyes !

Monday, September 13, 2010

I found MAXINE !

I can't believe it. All of you know Maxine, of the cartoons. The old spinster who has so many good humorous observations about life. We have laughed at her comments, and often nodded our heads in agreement with what she has said or observed about life and its wonders.
Well, today I met her here in San Bartolomeo which is in the Italian Riviera. She is almost 80 years old. She rides her bike daily carrying her little pooch in the front basket. I will get some shots of it maybe today. She drives a stick shift, goes like hell. When my wife said it could be dangerous riding a bike at that age, especially here in Italy, 'Maxine' laughed and replied, "Hell, I have been hit even, landed in hospital for 3 days, stitches too. But such is life, full of tumbles and falls. Life wouldn't be life without them!" And on she goes!
She knows France and Paris like the back of her hand as her job when she was working was to turn clothing design sketches into reality, into real clothing. For this, I am certain she was well paid and lived a very good life. Now, she stays in a condo her in San Bartolomeo and suns in a bikini no less, every day when there is sun. Incredible.
Watch for more comments from Maxine as I talk with her.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

MY FIRST CONTEST:Find my guide...then find the photo that she is NOT in !

Below are twelve photos, all but one has my wife, my European guide in the photo. My wife wears a very distinct hat as seen in Foto 1 but she is not quite as easy to find in the subsequent photos. See if you can find her in all but one of the fotos. The first emailer to identify all 11 fotos correctly gets dinner on me at one of two places: Your local Mcdonalds with a $5 cheque from me or dinner at my house but you are responsible for getting there. No accommodation provided...guide's orders !
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You must identify where me wife's hat appears in each photo and which photo does not have her in it at all. Only one entry per person please...it's my first contest...Europe broke the budget!
Send your answers to szpin@sympatico.ca
    GOOD LUCK !

Motorcycling the Alps, riding at its peak !



The motorcycle tour turned out to be a scenic adventure, besides a motorcycling one.
    I have toured the Rockies a few times by motorcycle, alone and with a motorcycle group touring company. I prefer alone for some reasons: you do not hold back anyone as you stop for photographing or scenery admiration. As a friend with whom I rode in the Calgary area told me often, "Richard, slow down and admire the scenery." She was right but she likely has not ridden with the biker types that I am with. They are technology obsessed: digital cameras, video cameras, cameras attached to the bike, to helmets, gps systems, location identifying devices, blackberries and ITouch phones. That was a partial list. But perhaps because riding in Europe is so absolutely amazing, technologically recording the adventure is a must.
    The Dolomiti, the mountains in northern Italy, make the Rockies look like upstarts. Or perhaps it would be better to describe the Rockies as being majestic while the Dolomiti are magnificent. There is a major difference. Plus, the valleys which verigate the Dolomiti, are dotted with towns, villages, farms, and winter or summer homes. Maybe the same is true in the Rockies, but it is not as picturesque. The Dolomite scenery is like viewing a diorama of picture postcards. Every direction you turn, you see another pastoral view which knocks your socks off.
    Before I left for this motorcycle tour, I described the mountain roads in the Alps to my friends as being roads which had been chiseled from the cliffsides as opposed to the Rockies where the roads have been blasted right through the mountains. My #1 navigator said after we had driven through the Rockies, "Is that all there is ?" We turned around and did it again. She still was not as impressed as I was here in the Alps, every scene is impressive, is awesome, is breathtaking.
    As for the riding, well, there is no comparison in my limited experience. I have ridden the Cabot Trail, very nice, very scenic with expansive views of the ocean. I have ridden the Rockies and much of southern British Columbia, again, very scenic, very panoramic. Of those two rides, BC offers much more in terms of ride entertainment and skill testing. But if you are looking for those two characteristics for your riding, save yourself some time, some searching, and some energy and simply book a tour or plan a tour in the Alps. There is no place better. There is no place which will test your riding skills as much, challenge you as a rider as much, or give you the same opportunity of having biking fun. No place that I know of.
     Deals Gap supposedly is our ideal ride in North America. 318 curves in 11 miles. Try Passo Stelvio in northern Italy, very near the the Austrian border, more than 68 switchbacks in less than 30 kilometres. You simply climb a mountain, reversing direction 180 degrees every 150 metres. So it is ride for about 10 seconds, gear down, make a ridiculously sharp turn to the right and repeat the process to the left, repeat to the right, and on and on it goes until you begin to think it will never end. It nearly doesn't. But eventually you come to the top, and there are probably 200 bikes parked in front of all the souvenir shops located at the crest of the hill.
     Talk about ambiance, culture, flair, pizzazz. The Europeans do it with fun. The souvenir shops hawk their wares, pins, stick on crests, sew on badges, knives, key holders, sweatshirts, tshirts and an endless gamut of trinkets. Then there are the food vendors, never mind the restaurants for the moment. Wursts, pizza, French fries, fast food with a flair…they do it differently in the Alps, with gusto, with flavor, with colour.
I will miss riding the Alps and I now can confirm my bike touring has peaked !

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