Wima IFRD 2017 Tour
The IFRD (International Female Ride Day) was introduced 11 years ago by a female Canadian motorcyclist, who wanted to bring motorcycle-riding women together, and to make a statement.
Even if her homepage has become very commercial over the last years, the idea has become autonomous and worldwide women’s motorcycle clubs use the first Saturday of May, for a joint tour and coming together.
Last year Su and I were on the road for the IFRD.
This time our small party counted 9 riders. So, finding an agreement on a tour is correspondingly somewhat difficult.
So, the target of the tour was fixed, the route planning that followed was relatively relaxing, so the tour could start!
So, 6 May, early – around 9:00 😉 – there was the first meeting point in Hütteldorf.
Perfect outfitted and on time the first Wima Bunch was there.
We rode on through the beautiful Irenen Valley, to Tulln, where we had our 3rd meeting place (!), for our northern area members.
Still, punctual to the clock, we did set off again and headed along the Wagram to Langenlois and to continue north, along the Kamp river.
Then, we rode straight along the rounded bends of the Kamp heading north, to Gars, where we turned to Sigmundsherberg and soon reached our destination at the Motorcycle Museum.
Lily and Birigt were (as native Waldviertler) already at site and so we could theoretically start with the visit of the special exhibition and the rest of the museum.
Theoretically, as we had, to pass a JukeBox and it took it’s toll. A few classic earwigs were released before we actually went on to the small, but fine special exhibition.
Mr. Ehn was well-informed about the relevant epochs in austria, and motorcycles anyway. 😉
This might be the reason why the Wima Founders were not on the radar, as they started in the US and UK first.
After the visit of the museum we went to the landgasthof-surboeck where the Innkeeper offered us a wonderful ambience and good cuisine at very reasonable prices, in the garden.
Well fed and refueled we wanted to head back to Vienna.
But Su had the better idea and so we drove along the Kamp to Zwettl and from there we went straight south via Ottenschlag, Pöggstall and Weiten to the Danube, where we crossed at Melk and rode into the Wachau.
At Schoenbuehl we took our last rest stop at a friends of Su rest station and enjoying the wonderful sun.
In the meantime, it was getting quite late, so we mounted our bikes very soon again to get closer to Vienna via the darkstone forest and the B1.
My reserve gas light lit up at the foot of the Riederberg, but the tank still covered the 15km to the finish line.
Hip hip hurray for transparent petrol tanks!