duke63 wrote:De rien.
Frankie will have forgotten that already.
I had a great time and a trip like this is what you make of it. We had all weathers, all types of roads and some difficulties along the way, but thats what you remember and cherish when you come through them.
Frankie's front brakes failed on the way out of Metz (not that we knew at that point, we just kept pushing on

) and it turned out he'd forgotten to change the pads and therefore they were non existent. (told you we wouldnt let you get away with that Frankie

) After much pisstaking and looking at options we decided to head to Colmar.
Kudos to Frankie as he kept going with his back brake and engine braking, so those track days have given him some skills
He managed to find a motorcycle shop in Colmar on the interwebs so first thing in the morning Frankie and I went over and they were brilliant. Looked at his bike, looked up the parts, found them on the shelves and gave him a ramp, tools and assistance. They only charged him for the pads and we were in and out the shop with a sorted bike in about 45 mins. Result. The people here in France are usually very kind and it was nice to show how good it can be. I have one of his pads, so i'll sort a pic out - it's terrifying.
We were back to the hotel within an hour of so. We then got on with things and got cracking on some fantastic roads outside Colmar in the Vosges mountains - amazing. I havent taken any pics but Frankie and the boys did, so they will be along with those when they have time, but they were awesome. Perfection in some ways.
Then it rained. OMG did it rain. Worst rain i think i've ridden in. Mud coming down the slopes of the mountains onto the roads, lid steamed up, glasses steamed up, no grip. I was following Duke and his brake light in the end
We missed a turn, stopped to wait and change direction - it was getting really tough now. Then a French worker (from nowhere!) pitches up and tells me in French there is a shelter 1km down the mountain, so we get going down and find it - big enough for the bikes, us and our kit. Dont know how we would have fared without it - luck was defo on our side. Right place, right person to talk to, right time. It was biblical out there.
The following two days were dry - brilliant sunshine, winding roads and some good speed at times too.
Banter in the evenings, totty watching, good food and great company. Loved it.
Thanks to Duke for his leading and routes, Frankie for noticing how good France can be and Kwacky for putting up with my snoring - sorry mate.