An inhospitable ascent. Taking the scenic route to Italy by motorcycle, reader, Dave Fisher discovers a few uncomfortable truths.
I stood in the gathering dark looking down at the bike, rain and sleet pinging off my ancient XJ 900’s hot exhaust. 700 miles from London through the rain and it wasn’t happy; like me, it was waterlogged, refusing to start and feeling cursed. All this way for a birthday party in an Italian villa, via the Alps, but it’ll be a great ride said some envious friends, it’s summertime and only a day or two to get there. So much for the wisdom of friends. Continue reading “Up to the Col”