Boom Boom...... Shake Shake The Katoom

Lots of great roads, a few damp bits which we deal with differently;

Me: Inwardly in a huff

Von S: Man up and crack on.

Anyway, rolling through a small town in the biggest shower we've yet seen my morale is lower than a submarines shithouse, we spot a gazebo up with bike logos on it.
Indeed it is cold and drizzly. Morale is high on the 1090, My BMW Enduroguard suit is doing the business (even on a KTM) and the Michelin 6's are holding the road spot on!

We're minding our own business, putting along, when suddenly a French Police Biker comes the other way, waiving at us to go hide in the gutter... politely we back off and move over, and catch up with a couple of stationary cars... Nothing much is happening, so we 'discretely' pass them, and gently cruise the gutter at walking pace. Another Police bike appears, this one's pointing AND blowing a whistle! and I'm thinking "Hmmmm , Tour de France?" Sure enough, a minute later a couple of dozen 'MAMIL's ' come briskly whiring towards us, followed by assorted vans and estate cars, all logo'd up. nothing much more happens, and after a few local vehicles start moving off, we take their cue, and set of gently..

Two miles up the road we encounter a MASSIVE tail-back of traffic, turns out the turning we need down into a scenic gorge, is indeed the route of the cycle race, and All vehicle traffic is being held at that point. GG asks a freindly traffic cop how long the road (and vehicles) will be held for? HOURS apparantly!!
Now the heavens open, and the rain lashes down intensely. Bikers at the front of the queue jump into waterproofs, and the traffic cops tough-it out in shirtsleeves and forage caps! Lucky for us said Traffic cop is very bike freindly, and he lets us scoot a U-turn round the Police vans and mooch off back away from the planned route, and to tackle a very wet diversion for an hour or so.
 
Some way along, the rain is still hosing down, and at Lozere we pass a wooden shelter, and some gazebo's, in which grey-haired biker folk are waiving at us with coffee and cake!!
A quick conflab on the Cardo's, and we scoot back to have a shufty.

Amazingly we have stumbled on the 'Federation Francaise des Motards en Colere'
They spek vairy leetle Eenglish....shamefully Je parle tres petit Francaise, ......however we all speak BIKE, and coffee, and cake!! :cool:

They tell me they are a bike club (Im assuming much like our M.A.G. ) who are fed up with push-bikes being lavishly treated by the State, and seek to obtain equal rights for Bikers, to whit they are out there in the pouring rain, offering shelter, hot drinks, and Cake!! Ho yes!!! there's much to like sur les Continent :)

We exchange hand-shakes, embraces, stickers, tales, and nods and knowing grins, Very Nice folk :D

20230507_143034.jpg
20230507_145248.jpg

20230507_145411.jpg



The rain even stops, and with much waiving and a toot, we are off once more, Millau here we come! :moped:
 
Last edited:
Guessing your at the hotel with the bowling green literally up the street? stayed in it last July. Head into the national park and the roads are unreal.

Barry

We were indeed. very highly recommended . After an huge meal at the bowling restaurant, and (near compulsory) bowling ((at which I am notably 💩))
that night I get up for a pee, and take the opportunity to gaze out the window at the stars, and listen to two or three Nightingales singing loudly across the wooded valley that fronts the hotel. I've not heard Nightingales in the UK at night, since the early eighties, so its a rare treat to hear these male birds singing LOUDLY, trying to coax a passing-by female to drop in, and have a quick look, a flapping about and coupling, and then be off again... some things never change ☺️
 
We were indeed. very highly recommended . After an huge meal at the bowling restaurant, and (near compulsory) bowling ((at which I am notably 💩))
that night I get up for a pee, and take the opportunity to gaze out the window at the stars, and listen to two or three Nightingales singing loudly across the wooded valley that fronts the hotel. I've not heard Nightingales in the UK at night, since the early eighties, so its a rare treat to hear these male birds singing LOUDLY, trying to coax a passing-by female to drop in, and have a quick look, a flapping about and coupling, and then be off again... some things never change ☺️


Yes I awake to the sight of Von S looking lovingly out of the window.

Sensing that he's feeling all romantic I move my bed another 2 feet away and drop off again.

Big day tomorrow and the only pain I want in my ass is from my 790 low seat :augie
 
Yes I awake to the sight of Von S looking lovingly out of the window.

Sensing that he's feeling all romantic I move my bed another 2 feet away and drop off again.

Big day tomorrow and the only pain I want in my ass is from my 790 low seat :augie
😅😂🤣. All this, and free Ornithology thrown in!
 
And I didn't even know you were a stamp collector..............
 
It was variable, but to be fair we only got actually rained on 3 times.

We had many many miles of bone dry good roads :)

At times roads were damp, but good throttle and brake training. :)
 
Day 6

Millau to Sort

340 Miles.

A bit of a beast of a day, left at 0930 and arrived at 2115, dinner finished at 2130 :)

Stunning start to the day with some lovely views of Millau Viaduct.

Onwards in great weather to Carcassone.

I was here years ago when they painted yellow stripes on the castle, they've gone now but you can just make out where they were.

Drop bikes and a walk round the castle, finding a very cool little place for lunch.

The great roads continue to Andorra, lovely blasting blast places where you've skied 20 metres away :)

The 260 to Sort was as great as I remember it, there's now a nice viewing platform near the top, despite us pushing our luck with dinner time we had to stop.

Into Sort and my usual hotel.

Secure parking and a huge map up of great bike routes.

Food shower crash out, were here for 2 nights so a light day is in order tomorrow.

Pics follow.......
 
Got to love a bit of supermarionation


c1486eb77cc6440c4d237106e76e2708.jpg
 
1a5300b5e6f53cc8b369029f534dce62.jpg


Liking this start to the day
 
The pains I go to to get a good shot.

Von S just out of shot eating my breakfast Bel Vita….

cf83e8ea4d5cb9ecfeb33c8bff03b64b.jpg
 
Lovely roads all the way to Carcassone.

Top tip.

Go to the low end of the castle to park up.

The tourist parking at the high part is super busy and packed with…… err tourists.


20d1aec2f25ad762db9daa06c357ec48.jpg



Stripes just visible


d5b3a2c5b78a3b47cbc5cbf0a6e80e9f.jpg



How French.

Just out of shot is a bloke cycling home with a Breton shirt on , a ring of onions round his neck,

followed by a load of farmers burning tyres and not doing any farming.......
 
Last edited:
9ab33d31d9d9727c7e17de79273319fe.jpg



The higher part part parking.

Ready for departure to Andorra
 
Some nice passes in random areas too……


a9248748a15aaa91bfca467bf71d7a25.jpg



We have a “handsome bastard” competition on top …..

b6e50f20ba5258a5fcfc944639ce19ba.jpg



Which I win by cheating
 
Having got through Andorra, we head to sort on the magnificent 260.

da907ddc57d5f9a3b71faf0cbd4e278d.jpg



The viewing platform is properly impressive.

Von S says he’s feeling all romantic as the sun sets, he says my eyes look sexy in my helmet, and asks if I’d like to have a hug….

8beb46eacc1289c464355647e4c4a167.jpg



He gets debriefed.
 
The viewing platform provides The Von somewhere to lick his wounds….


f14dfb68f4148f015d2cf32687b4eed9.jpg



Not a bad sunset to be riding in…..

736d9d02b600c100e62b4a3931b575e3.jpg



Top bit of Kriega product placement.....
 


Back
Top Bottom