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Ever been to Champagne? It's beautiful there. You can drink champagne until you drop and let yourself be shown how the frothy sparkling wine is produced and stored. Details about the exact production process, the second fermentation in the bottle and the "shaking" are better skipped here, because that's not the point. Rather, it is about the way that is known to be the goal. To and from the northeastern province of France, everyone is allowed to arrange their own way. Our funny travel group decided, despite mixed weather forecasts, for a journey by Vespa. Mind you, without a broom carriage, as it is a tradition with us.
On a Thursday morning it started. The highly motivated travel group, consisting of SIP Scootershop employees, our friend "Alu" from Taiwan (ZELIONI) and our long-time customer Park from Seoul (Vespa Garage) made their way to Lake Constance. The first destination was Überlingen. On an enchanting hill with a view of the calm lake Tim Große-Braukmann of Vollgas Motoroller welcomed us with a first-class antipasti buffet and refreshing cold drinks. Grazie Tim, was beautiful with you. From there we went on with the local Thomas von der Vespassione as a guide towards Freiburg. We meandered through small villages and sniffed with delight the fine spicy country air mixed with a hint of two-stroke Odeur. Together with Nico von Schall und Rauch we combed the centre of Freiburg and met our friends from the Scooter Club de Sud Est. Grand Plaisir. The night was short, the morning did not stop.
The southern Vosges waited and our meanwhile on seventeen men grown travel group turned the route of the Cretes light-footedly to Nancy. But it wasn't that light-footed at all. Towards the end it became cold, wet and everyone was happy when we finally reached the warm parking garage in the center of the city. We dined princely and spent the night like the princes on the pea in the Grand Hotel De La Reine directly at the Place Stanislas.
From Nancy our route led the next day to Verdun. Already the way there showed us countless memorials and military cemeteries. The feeling in the stomach pits became duller. The horror, which had happened in the ten months during the 1st World War between Germans and Frenchmen at this place, could hardly be understood and could be put only with difficulty into words. The average life expectancy of a soldier deployed in the Battle of Verdun at the beginning of May 1916 was only 14 days. Our common visit had an incredibly strong symbolism and effect on all participants. How well we are doing today.
Afterwards we rode like Don Quijotes and Sancho Panza against windmills. Straight lines that didn't want to end and strong headwinds made the progress to the Nackentortour and our engines to glowing bulwarks. Also this test we should survive without any breakdowns and we rolled devoutly over the former race track Circuit de Reims-Gueux. As a reward we got a very informative champagne tour and tasting in the small winery Roger Coulon.
The morning greets with tooth loss. One of our gearboxes had said goodbye on a sightseeing tour directly in front of the cathedral Notre-Dame de Reims. The weakened but still living vehicle was tied like a calf to a plane tree with a rope (lifting platform replacement) and operated professionally. 2nd and 3rd gear as well as the secondary shaft irreparably broken. Sunday. A Facebook message produced suitable donor organs of the local Vespa Club de Champagne and Alex´ 180SS a short time later back on the street. Bon anniversaire! As a reward there was again a guided tour, this time to one of the biggest champagne cellars ever. Sometimes it has to be MUMM... We ate in the center of Reims.
Unfortunately we had to let our French friends move early in the morning. But not without big thanks for the sensational organization to Jacques and the usual buzzing. Because without the kussel nothing works in France. If there is no kissing in greeting or farewell, there is something in the bush, someone insulted or in principle indisposed. None of these points were true, so there were kisses for all and then motorway to Metz. We pushed the rain in front of us like snow ploughs. Whenever we got a few drops, we took a coffee break and left the bad weather a little ahead. Then came the piston clamp at Luca´s Quattrini M244. With emery paper and file cylinders and pistons were worked on so long until the engine ran again and brought the rider in good order against evening up to Strasbourg. Actually unbelievable how one can bring a destroyed piston at the roadside again into form. Top dinner & subsequent pub crawl at the beautiful
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