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Want to drool over some European photos??
On one of my forums, Twowheelfemales, I found a link to a ride report from Portugal with some of the most gorgeous photos ever as the riders visited: Portugal Spain France Germany Switzerland Italy Austria Please view if you’ve ever dreamed of riding in Europe. It’s in Portuguese, but even if you can’t read the…
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The Scooters of Italy…
On our European vacation we had the pleasure of observing quite the variety of scooter riders in Italy. These riders were full of bravado and amazing skills. For all the scooters perusing the roadways, you see very few close calls and less incidents. This seems truly amazing to me, coming from America where no one…
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Awesome, Vintage BMWs and Fashion!
The Academy of Fashion and Design AMD recently combined forces with the BMW Museum in Munich for an elaborate display of fashion surrounded by the extensive glory of bygone years of BMW. A brilliant combination of nearly all the principles and elements of design. This show encompassed unity, harmony, balance, rhythm as well as line,…
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Viajar por España – Part 4
An early start was a very difficult thing in Spain since one never eats until well past 10pm and then after walking off dinner, I found myself getting back to the motel near midnight and then I simply had to view the day’s photos. I don’t believe I ever got to bed much before 1-2…
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Viajar por España – Part 3
The next few days—Granada and the Albaicín I entered Granada hot and tired after a full day of riding the Sierra Nevada Range. The temperatures were rising to a dull 39C / 102F and the traffic of the city made for some confusion and chaos as I tried to negotiate the way to the hotel.…
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Viajar por España – Part 2
Day 3–Motorbiking in Spain The bikes Well, it played out oddly, in that prior to getting the bikes, our rental car’s transmission went out with less than 3k on the vehicle and my traveling partner, Ken, had to push it off the roadway as he was alone. In doing so, he injured his back. He…
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Viajar por España – Part 1
The most difficult part of my trip to Spain was coming home, though I had missed my husband and looked forward to seeing him and my family. The return flight felt like a blood bank extracting my vital life blood sending it to flow upon the dusty arid plains and mountains of Spain, feeding the…