Way home 2

About commuting home from work and the little detours I sometimes allow myself to take.

Yendo del trabajo a casa, és lo que se me abre si me puedo permitir de vez en cuando un pequeño desvío.

Auf dem Heimweg von der Arbeit. Eigentlich geht es schnell über die Autobahn und in 30 min bin ich zuhause. Hier ist was passiert wenn ich mir manchmal Umwege erlaube...

today Curves

I stole a little bit of time to practice

old tires

slopey curve

bit scary but fun.



Hoy: Curvas

robe un pelin de tiempo,


para practicar.


neumaticos gastados,


curva inclinada


daba miedo aunque no lo parece


habia que hacerlo.

cb250N, 3rd hand, two-up, touring Europe.

valencia-frankfurt-valenciacapturing and reflecting a little part of a travelling idea ....while it took place....almost 10 days of riding in 3 minutes of  footage.
Can give a little bit of vertigo
 was so interesting doing it!!
It did not happen all of a sudden. Fact is I was living already a couple of years in Spain when I started to develop a sore hip, very painful, and decided to buy a Vespa for commuting and getting around town, instead of bus, walk and cycling which I always enjoy very much but along with intense training (I still performed and tought classes as a dance/physical theatre performer) i thought my hip would be happier on a Vespa.

What a great experience! i got to wrench and ride a lot, and learned to appreciate italian temper and caracter.

Once i got a notion of how to deal with a Vespa, it really started to take us places.

Vespa t5 por la mancha

 and, motivated for  further motorcycle training!

 Result: to try out the new adquired licence, i bought a little old CB250. To buy the Honda- I sold the Vespa  :-(

 That was an new mecanical vocabulary-valve clearences, chain and sprocket exchange, cleaning and greasing of the chain, incredible gas mileage, Brake pads and fluid, new tires and thats about it.
I would not go fast, so it went far, something I had learned the hard way from the Vespa.
The logical conclusion after zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance:

 packing a little bit of camping gear on it somehow,

and crossing el maestrazgo, the Pyrenees, France, all the way to Frankfurt in Germany and back.

sometimes we camped, and after the occasional day of soaking rain, we would permit ourself the luxury of a hostal.

there where small country roads

heavy rains, adjustments to camping lifestyle, sore butts but altogether it was unforgettable.

on the right my new project!
Currently without a rearwheel but hopefully soon back on the roads again...