Parade day has finally arrived! After a hearty breakfast, the motorcycle is spruced up and decorated for the parade. At
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Egoist (ic?)
The great thing about a WIMA Rally is that you make new friends and do things together. It is quite
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The rally “routine” begins.For me, this means that I sit in the tent at 1 a.m. and filling the diary
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We are in France, and we know a brilliant workshop here from our last visit to Briancon (Nico Moto), so
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From Aosta, we head towards Mont Blanc, always travelling along the SS26. Despite the early hour, it is still very
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The morning starts with the heroic endeavour to get the warped motorbike fork under control. This ambitious project requires three
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Upfront Feldkirch, we start our day with a deluxe breakfast – water and (bread) rolls! Who needs scrambled eggs and
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The journey begins, France we are coming!First of all, of course, there is the optimised packing on the agenda (this
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The alarm clock rings at 7:12 a.m. It’s fresh out there, outside the sleeping bag. First we have the morning
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Today, getting up is a little hard.The late bedtime and the morning cold keep the motivation in limits to leave
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We have reached the last day of our journey to the rally in Switzerland and have still planned some route
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Why and how we will clarify in the course of the report of day 2 of our rally arrival, but
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Österreich – Waldviertel – Reingers (weitere Fotos hier) After a long struggle with ourselves, we decided, but also even to
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Fujinomiya, Japan
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After international WIMA Rally in Japan, about 220 women met 2.8. – 7.8.2010 in Dutch Markelo near Enschede on European
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