Motorbiking

"Biker" for me usually means motorbiking, though I also have a couple of mountain-bikes... see Trail Bike

My current motorbikes are a Honda CBR600RR ABS 2017 and a Kawasaki Ninja Z250SL.

Previously I have owned: Kawasaki ZX4-RR (Ninja anniversary edition), Honda CRF300 Rally, Honda CBR600RR 2005, Honda CBR600FW, Honda VF750F, Yamaha FJ600, Suzuki GSX750EX, Yamaha FJ750, Yamaha XJ900, Kawasaki Z750 and I passed my riding test on my Kawasaki KH250.

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Colle dell’Agnello - 2,744 m

Pain de Sucre, Cottian Alps

Jubilation at crossing safely back in to France at 2,744 m., amongst bare granite and high enough to be in the clouds. Col Agnel is the highest international col in the Alps with a road surface: the road is a bit rough on the Italian side but with impressive views of the Pain de Sucre (3208 m.), that I scrambled to the summit of on my birthday in 2009. This time, just a picnic next to a mountain stream.

Read more: Colle dell’Agnello - 2744 m.

 Saluzzo galleries

Saluzzo brickwork and cobbles

GLME goodbyes at breakfast and reloading of the bike after a week. Traffic heavy to Innsbruck and then overwhelming the Brenner Pass route, I used the old road but the motorway was mostly a car park. Still many kilometres of filtering bashing car queues down the valley of the river Adige, I was in a pack of four bikes hunting roadspace to our mutual benefit. Brenner (1370 m.) has memories for me from my hitchiking trip round Europe immediately after graduation, I was stuck for a lift for many hours there but when the lift finally arrived, it was a fantastic ride all the way down to Firenze.

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Silvretta dorf

apfelstrudel

Last day at Imst but brilliant blue skies after the overnight mist cleared. Riding directly to the Silvretta-Hochalpenstraße but over the Danube-Rhine watershed at the Arlberg Pass (1793 m.), which is a busy trunk route so not much fun. Then up the hairpins to the Silvretta Pass from the west side. The pass at 2037 m. is a view of glaciers over a lake behind a large dam. Some rowers from Britain were unloading serious gym equipment from a couple of vans: they’re there for training at altitude.

Read more: Arlberg Pass and Silvretta Hochalpenstraße

Looking up the Stelvio Pass

At the top of the Stelvio Pass

The multi-frontier Tour 7 of the GLME Summercamp. From Imst in Austria, through Switzerland and then back to Austria over the Reschen Pass (1507 m.) to Italy for a coffee pause on the shores of the Reschensee, where they speak German and Italian.
The Italian route to the Passo dello Stelvio is famous and notorious for its 49 numbered hairpin bends. It’s a challenge which attracts motorcyclists in huge number plus sports cars and cyclists. The gradients are steep and the hairpin turns tight plus it’s a marathon because of the sheer number of turns.
Our two groups paused the col, 2757 m., for lunch watching the traffic chaos gradually building as the traffic increased.

Read more: Passo dello Stelvio - 2757 m.

 On the Großglockner-Hochalpenstraße

franz josefs höhe on the Großglockner-Hochalpenstraße

Only a morning to play on this mythic road before the coaches and caravans arrived and blocked any fun. Not to mention the speed cameras. But the Großglockner-Hochalpenstraße remains a fantastic road to ride: just do it! Lots of bikers and bikes at the Kaiser-Franz-Josefs-Höhe: view of the Grossglockner glacier and the Großglockner peak (3798 m.) as the weather closed in slightly. My photo is a bit of a Bruegel with all the groups doing things in the scene, also look how far back the glacier has receded: that’s global warming.

Read more: Großglockner-Hochalpenstraße

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En route from Marseille to the Alps

I'm riding light for a week on the mountain roads of the Alps. No laptop, although I do have my SLR camera but photos will have to wait till I'm back in Marseille..

I left Marseille for a long ride north via the Col de la Croix Haute (1179 m.) to Saint-Gervais under Mont Blanc. A bit of rain towards the end of the day which cleaned the Provence dust off my white leathers and boots but didn't soak me through.

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