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Brno MotoGP: Autobahn Follies, the Stone Throne, and Lukas the Wonder Boy

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Tuesday, 28 August 2007
Page 1 of 4 Brno MotoGP: Autobahn Follies, the Stone Throne, and Lukas the Wonder Boy By Tom Nash The original plan was to take two days on the back roads all the way through Germany to the Czech Republic, spend two days at the Czech MotoGP, and then two more days’ lolly-gagging home to Denmark on whatever twisties we could find. That was until my brother-in-law late-braked his way into a low side on a track day one week before we were scheduled to depart. The only good thing that came out of it was that as he was sliding on his derriere down the asphalt into the hairpin sand trap sans motorcycle, he remembered what I had told him. “Don't try to stop the slide, arms in, lie back and wait for it to stop.” His phone call to tell me the bad news started out with, “Thanks for the advice on how to crash...” Oh great, I am not sure I want to be known as the expert on crashing. Plan B: Since I now had an extra ticket that my brother-in-law had still not paid for, I asked a friend if she wanted to go. I promised to ride sanely (hey – I will say anything to get a week in a tent with a beautiful blonde.) She agreed. Then her boyfriend had second thoughts and she cancelled. Crash expert and home wrecker, which is why I was now on to Plan C: Alone on the road again! So I left Denmark in a huff on Thursday morning. Check that. I sat in the carport at home and waited out the rain storm for several hours, occasionally running into the house to check the local radar image on the web, before finally leaving in a huffy mist. I am an American transplanted to the center of the western Denmark peninsula called Jutland. Taking the back roads from my little home village in mid-Jutland I rode south to the E (for Europe) 45 motorway. The planned route was E45 south to the German border, German autobahn to just north of Hamburg, off to the country roads to avoid Hamburg, and then pick up the autobahn again east of Hamburg to head towards Berlin. For the first two hours it was in and out of rain storms following unbearably slow and over-conservative Danish drivers, with the sun finally making a seemingly permanent statement at the German border. By the time I hit the German border I was nearly three hours behind schedule. << Start < Prev 1 2 3 4 Next > End >>

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