So managed to get myself a new job and have three weeks to kill between the old one and the new one. So decided to visit the old folks back home in south of Sweden. My traveling companion, a red icon.
My rough plan is to ride to Harwich and take the ferry to Hook of Holland and get to Amsterdam rather quick, where my girlfriend will fly in for the weekend (with a spare helmet). After enjoying a few days in Amsterdam, the idea is to just ride north/east until I manage to either get home to south of Sweden through Denmark, or through north Germany, or get picked up by a Dragon or any other mythical creature. The general idea, is to not have one, and just see where the roads take me.
Once back in Sweden, I will spend time traveling around the home town, where I believe the Scrambler will fit like a glove. I will also travel a bit north to visit a childhood friend or two.
The girlfriend (...and not the bike) will hopefully join me for another weekend in my hometown and once again with a spare helmet, get to see where I grew up and also understand partly why I am the way I am. Part Viking and part "Mowgli" is a strange combination.
Finally, I make my way back to London again and back to getting my balls scorched by my L-twins temper, which is always brought on by the lock grid that is central London.
Wish me luck (and pictures and report will be updated as I go along)
My rough plan is to ride to Harwich and take the ferry to Hook of Holland and get to Amsterdam rather quick, where my girlfriend will fly in for the weekend (with a spare helmet). After enjoying a few days in Amsterdam, the idea is to just ride north/east until I manage to either get home to south of Sweden through Denmark, or through north Germany, or get picked up by a Dragon or any other mythical creature. The general idea, is to not have one, and just see where the roads take me.
Once back in Sweden, I will spend time traveling around the home town, where I believe the Scrambler will fit like a glove. I will also travel a bit north to visit a childhood friend or two.
The girlfriend (...and not the bike) will hopefully join me for another weekend in my hometown and once again with a spare helmet, get to see where I grew up and also understand partly why I am the way I am. Part Viking and part "Mowgli" is a strange combination.
Finally, I make my way back to London again and back to getting my balls scorched by my L-twins temper, which is always brought on by the lock grid that is central London.
Wish me luck (and pictures and report will be updated as I go along)
