Posts Tagged ‘motorcycles’

The end is near!

29 April 2008, 9:41 PM

Oh Boy, getting a bit stretchy the last miles. But no wonder: we’re in a parallel timezone. There but here and vice versa. The plan: we are in Florida anyway. Why not paying the Daytony Bike Week a short visit. And take a Goodbye Pic at the beach. A bit of swapping, dragging, racing. And done. But first: getting there:

See you in Eustis, Gainesville, Daytona Beach.

Finally arrived in the South - of the North

23 February 2008, 12:28 PM

South is relative. And the United States are definitely more southern than Canada. A welcome ocassion to dive into the everyday culture of the US of A - and jump into the local (Grand Forks , North Dakota) and non-franchise private-owned family restaurant

Text bald in deutsch sichtbar…

amerikanischer geht’s wohl kaum

Das Leben kann so schön sein mit einem Bohnen-Omelett auf dem Tisch

And don’t forget to keep basic personal hygiene.

Vorbildlich, Herr Heilmann

And then the light went green again for: broaaom-badonk-broaaom-badonk

traffic is not an issue up here

Strasse? Einfach zwischen den Verkehrsschilder durch!

Warming thoughts at -38°

14 February 2008, 6:35 PM

With temperatures in the negative thirties anything is welcome to the Wreckers to warm their hearts. And what could be more welcome while yer doin’ 60 kph on the Ice Road than a well heated hotel room - OK, there might be one or two other things that come to mind, but this is a family blog. So, don’t miss the off ramp for Inuvik, set the indicator (just kidding) and off the Ice Road we scoot.

last exit Inuvik

What could be wrong with a hotel that is named after the frozen river you just have been travelling up with your bike? Nothing at all, as the next hours will show. Inuvik, here we are.

Checking in with thunder

Ice Dancing to Inuvik

14 February 2008, 6:03 PM

The daunting task to experience cruising the Arctic Ocean on two wheels has been acomplished. Still the Wrecking Crew were dancing upstream the Mackenzie River. Where in summer (yes, we do have four seasons up here: june, july, august, and winter) freight-vessels carry goods into the north-canadian heartland or bearded trappers go trolling for salmon, the Wrecking Crew rumbled on an autobahn-like ice strip southbound.

rolling, rolling on the river

Traffic: close to none. A pickup every 15 minutes, a truck every half an hour. This means more time for the real thing: the grumbling (Peter’s Pan) and sprattering (Pauls Shovel) of the Big Twins, the metallic scrunching of the spike tires on the ice, the barely audible crackling of the still -38° cold air - and the ubiquitous cracks in the crystal clear ice, some inches-wide, some thinly covered with snow.

fahrn, fahrn, fahrn, auf der Eis-Autobahn