South Bound

We split from Clint and headed towards Genoa, Italy, with our final destination The Gas Station near Peoria, Tuscany. A battery issue with Wolf was fixed, and we tried to daisy chain the shit battery to my system to keep an extra battery charged. This worked great until we hit the endless tunnel/bridge system in Genoa. I counted over 78 tunnels, without bridges, and gave up. Fucking tunnels. 

Anyway, the daisy chain battery system failed us, just past Genoa, just before a bridge. Wolf couldn't pull over (Italians have never heard of or built a shoulder on a bridge) and so we got separated and I was stuck with two dead batteries. 

I think about three hours later, a couple scary coasting maneuvers through a tunnel and across a couple bridges, a tow, and a car battery, we were finally on our way south again! Vilmino and the rest of the crew met us in town and guided us to a couple cold beers, great red wine, and delicious Italian food at The Gas Station. The perfect end to what seemed like earlier, as an endless day. 

First glimpse of the Mediterranean Sea 

Again 

Finally making progress

Finally arrived at the Gas Station

Jimmy Boy was on vacation from work, and drew the short straw to be our tour guide for the couple of days that we were in Tuscany. Thanks again Jimbo, great times!

Crazy steep street, in a town built on a cliffs side. 

Pinocchio 

Another feast!

Hitting the road again, headed for Ancona and then Croatia. Thanks again guys!

Bon Voyage Le Bébé

The first time I did this trip, it took me almost 3 years to plan out. I knew I would do it again, but the chance to do it 2 years later is awesome, and without these two fuckers, this years trip would've taken a lot more time to get going. 

We all knew Clint had the early flight home, but with all deadlines of good times, we like to ignore all the signs of the end. And as always, that sun rises, and that time will come, when the party must end. 

Our party with Baby Clint happened to end in the middle of Italy. And after 6 weeks of meeting brothers from the road in Europe, and really closing the gap between the two continents, the world never felt so big, as Clint rode north, and Wolf and I could only watch and wave goodbye, as we headed further south. 

Clint, we'll see you sooner than you think, and we've got plenty of roads for you to ride for your next trip east!

Love you brother!

Die to Ride

Ride to Die

Morvan-Valloire-Chivasso

We left with Robert and Liek, and headed south east towards the alps and Punta Bagna. Great ride through small towns, and then finally onto the toll road to save some time and out run a storm. 

Punta Bagna was a pretty fun event, with a lot of good people, good music (Top Lock, Sweden!) and lots of food and booze. 

A tunnel somewhere in France 

The first of a couple downpours

Mountains! Finally

Another tunnel (there were a lot more)

Eating dinner with Jeremiah from Love Cycles. He's out in Europe riding around on a chopper he built, and then sold to a guy in Bretagne.  Pretty rad trip, and always great to see him. 

Top Lock

Heading back down towards Italy. The warm storm was long gone by now, and replaced by this motherfucker. 

Time travel: Frankino's shop in Chivasso, Chop Works

Alps in the background. Heading to dinner in the hills. 

A Couple from the Road

Wine country. Special of the day: €8,000 bottle of wine. We bought two

Abarth museum. Pretty crazy place

Thought we were going to miss this storm. 

But instead our trusty guide Robert led us right into it. 

But as usual, it only lasted 5 minutes, and 30C/86F on the other side.

Over looking Autun