summer 2003:
Leg1: Driven from Hasselt (Belgium) to Tours (France) via Reims, Paris, Orleans (totaling 800Km).
Stopped in Tours at a friend of mine, after a 2 days continued my trip: Left in a windy, cloudy but now and then sunshine piercing through day...
leg2: Tours - Angers - Le Mans - Rennes - Mont St Michel - Caen, when I arrived at Deauville I felt I did a bit too much "oooh looks like a nice road" and "oooh what a nice view, let's take a picie" and as such was getting tired after 750Km with my full loaded ST (hard panniers and tank bag).
Before I left on holidays I'd booked a hotel in Bologne-sur-Mer but the weather was starting to get verrrry menacing. So filled her up and took of for my last leg of 250Km.
Passing Le Havre, the wind by now picked up and in stead of a reasonable 6 Beaufort, I was getting sidewinds from over the Northsea of 9 to 10 bf! I kid' you not!! I left the little roads near the coast to get onto the highway (which was more land inwards but in free area, so not a too good an idea) and rushed to my little hotel. It started raining and hailing, I had to keep the speed up to enable myself to see anything, at moments I was driving in angels fit for taking a tight curve on the straight highway. The hail felt like someone throwing buckets of little pebbles to me.
And despite all this, I felt secure, my little trustworthy steed just kept keeping track, and go go go...
When I finally arrived soaked in Boulogne-sur-Mer, the lady at the reception looked at me with big eyes when she saw that strange man raining on her floor....
That evening I offered my self a nice restaurant, good wine, good food. And I ended up talking to the "maƮtre d'hotel" who just bought a bike (Yam Fazer) and was entering the realm of motorbike enthusiasts. We talked about bikes until late into the night. The cognac(s) I drank that night were for free.
Trust me, I slept like a rose that night! biking can be sooo nice!!!!