One of the teams had equipped their bikes with huge map holders in anticipation of this issue. Our map wouldn't fit in a normal map holder, but it was essential to check it frequently due to the numerous small trails inside the forest. In younger years, Jeff had been trained as a bomber pilot, so he had experience using maps - from a bird's eye view.
The bike had street tires and wasn't supposed to be used on dirt. Puddles and I were joined by Jeff, who arrived from the US and who had rented a small GS for the week. GPS navigation is forbidden and smart phones stay in a sealed bag during the day. Depending on the difficulty, the waypoints have different values, and whoever collected the most points after three days, wins. It's a sort of scavenger hunt, where each team has to find waypoints using a paper map and a compass. Passing Barcelona we headed for Aragon, where the HUMM (Horizons Unlimited Mountain Madness) took place around the small village of Mora de Rubielos. The next day we reached the Mediterranean and found us a fish restaurant near Llanca for lunch. We did eventually find a nameless hotel within walking distance from a Chinese buffet restaurant which surprisingly was still open. We decided to move on, tried a shortcut and ended up even deeper in the woods.
Detours pyreneens full#
Looking for accomodation, we were only offered an old caravan full of mold in the backyard of a tavern. The sun went down, it rained, and the temperature dropped. This earned him the nickname 'Puddles'- in my eyes a matching name for the veteran of a Highlander regiment. He vanished between the greens, only to reappear a few dozen feet down the road. The next puddle turned out to be rather deep: His speed catapulted him up in the air and into the bushes along the trail. Tim enjoyed riding his bike through water. Clouds filled the sky and it started drizzling. The challenge in the moutains was to dodge the sheep, cattle, and horses.
We were both still half asleep, so it didn't took long for Tim's bike to go down again. It started with a steep ascent over loose, corse gravel. The following day continued along the same lines. The second time it happened, I noticed them in time to have the camera ready, when they took into the air around Tim's head. High in the mountains we would sometimes disturb the vultures. It was a mixture of secondary roads and trails through the forrests and mountains.įor lunch we liked the restaurants in the small villages, where we would always get the meal of the day including a bottle of wine for about 10 EUR each. The next morning we continued east, mainly on the Spanish side of the border. And yes, the cider was good!Īfter an evening in the city we found a cheap hotel for the night. You don't get ancouraged to drink and ride by the police each day. 'That's no reason not to try the Cider. 'Ok, but we still need to ride the bikes.' And you need to try the Cider, it's a local speciality!' He was however also interested in motorbikes and considered providing advise regarding our dinner plans more important: When we stopped in the harbor to discuss options, we were immediately approached by a policeman who wanted us to park somewhere else. We rolled into San Sebastian just in time for dinner. Clearly a broken side stand sensor - Tim flashed his Leatherman and bypassed the sensor within 5 minutes. The rider had crashed and the bike wouldn't run in gear. Just before reaching the Atlantic, a stranded bike at a roundabout caught our attention. By the time that got sorted out, Tim had charged his powerbank enough, so that he could jump start the bike himself.
Detours pyreneens driver#
Monday morning in the garage it turned out that the driver had left the bike in the van and taken the keys home. The motorcycle shops in France are all closed on Mondays. 'It's a car garage, they don't work on bikes. The bike was supposed to spend the weekend there, and he continued: I'm only here to bring the bike to the shop.' In the end, Tim called his roadside assistance to bring an end to it, and stop his helpers from disasssembling the bike further. 'If we short-circuit these two connectors, we should find out if that sensor there is working.' He only wanted to jump start the bike, but it only took minutes and the silverbacks had stripped the bike to the bones: Tim had drained the battery charging his phone during the course of the event, but of course there was no shortage of helpful specialists at a motorcycle meeting.
Httyd hiccup fanfic.Tim and I met in September 2017 after the HU-Meeting (Horizons Unlimited) in Souillac.
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