The plan for Deb and Rob this time is to embark on an adventure down to the Swiss Alps on the mighty Honda Goldwing . Deb has cleverly devised a plan to avoid the grueling 800-mile journey through England and France. Instead, she’s left Rob to navigate the winding roads alone, with the mission to pick her up in Lyon. It’s a selfless act, you say?
The trip’s planning is a delightful blend of Deb and Rob’s unique styles. One approach involves meticulous planning, months in advance, booking accommodation, flights, ferry, and route planning. They meticulously check driving requirements and practice packing, ensuring they have everything they need. The other approach, however, is more spontaneous and involves winging it for the second week. They’ll see where the road takes them and find places to stay and explore. Let’s guess whose style is who’s.
The journey begins with a familiar twist. Rob reminds them that they’re traveling on a motorcycle, not a camper van, and that past experience has taught them to pack lightly. Deb, determined to pack everything, including the kitchen sink, disregards his advice. They’ve been inspired by the Missenden Flyer and his wife’s YouTube videos, traveling two up on a Goldwing to the Alps with ease, even with their camera gear and sufficient clothing. But they ignore this training and try to pack everything anyway. They end up with a roll bag for the top box rack, a feature that the Missenden Flyer and his wife do without. The rack has a weight limit of 3 kgs, and they miss the target by a smidge, coming in at just over 9 kgs. Rob tells Deb she’ll have to remove some stuff, and within 5 minutes, they’re down to 5 kgs.
Rob exclaims, “Amazing, what did you remove?”
Deb, replies, “Your pants!” Oh how he laugh.
As he rides, Rob stops to enjoy a slice of Cake Au Citron and an expresso just south of Paris, while Deb soars above the city, probably over Paris herself and no doubt squished between a fat smelly couple talking crap…..should have took the bike!
Rob encounters numerous Payege signs with 72h written next to them, wondering if he has to pay online or if he can use Brexit as an excuse. If he can, he’ll finally admit that he’s found one benefit of Brexit. But if not, he’ll just grumble, “Bloody Brexit.”
You can barely tell we are taking anything.
