After a somewhat late mailing of Ton three intrepid motormuizen gathered for a spontaneous zondagsrit. Not just a ride in nice weather, but they needed to get in step with the drijging of fierce downpours and wind gusts short ride with increased survival levels for real die-hards. The trip would go around the famous Amsterdam and this time directly through the front line, namely along the fortifications of the theorem of Amsterdam. Ton had scored a route on the Internet that were crammed. Motormuizen by their Garmin Tom had put in his heart for a nice pop. Ahead However, he had a day before his Garmin features a new map update. This showed departure unfortunately hang somewhere in the internet and his old card was gone in the trash. Ton ambieties to stay ahead went here with a large bow on back. Bass had a picture on the spot that he regarded as pack leader.
While enjoying a few pies dripping water went through Cruquius direction Aalsmeer. The strong wind made one of the Cross a real place to hang the motorcycle gang moons. While enjoying the wind the engines at the Aalsmeer water tower were washed by the water of the Westeinder. The rest of the day sun along the wind did its best to make. Our engines dry weather With a wide arc, they continued counterclockwise around the beautiful Amsterdam, the city which they would behold. Largely from afar
The builders of the defenses had at that time a good nose for peace and quiet. Most of the forts were found to lie hidden in the green with a Borje sure of any other nature conservation. People have not really had an interest in the course of time these wonders of martial considering that the roads to it often calculated only for horse and rider. In short, perfect for the modern man which is equipped with modern, gemotorseerde, horses are midlife crisis like shape.
This trip proved once again that our motormuizen too often abroad chug a divine dose of small winding roads cluttered with a particularly high bend strength per kilometer. Those roads where you as straight stringed motorcyclist Aleen but wet (sweat) dreams of getting.
This (fear) sweat was strengthened today by the things that the director of the spoorwergen in autumn gets gloomy visions. Bass found it necessary to make themselves under a great public interest in the cozy and busy Muiden, to transcend and go to the last week a duel fallen leaf gunk. With a huge dent in his ego, he had his steel steed of vowels turnips. The damage was limited to a scratch on the fall of his Pan brackets. In order to reduce the dose of adrenaline which decided the society as a dose of coffee with some apple pie to work inside.
After this well-deserved rest our men climbed into the saddle and put under the spotlight more and more comfortable ride along on old ordnance. Above the IJ enjoyed our motormuizen of beautiful vistas, old Dutch towns and for this time of year truly exceptional empty roads. The initially rather gloomy forecast was happy for our engine men all other potential co-away nuts in their own homes and glued together.
The advancing Vinex districts of Velserbroek appeared for today the most modern and advanced gadgets engine equipped tourist route wegopbrekinkje just too far. With his tail between his legs tufften our men, but according to the known paths bedstde to warne. Because yes, finally able mothers anyway to six hours with food waiting on the table.
In short, it was again a memorable trip which is going to be even longer than that it was really long. Naagepraat about