The trip in itself isn't particularly remarkable -- lots of people ride motorcycles in the Alps -- except in the fact that I was a rank beginner and plunged in way way over my head. I really had no idea what I was doing, except that I loved it.
Please accept a disclaimer and apology for length. I always try my best to cut these down, but brevity is not one of my born talents. Apparently, neither is motorcycling, but passion breeds ignorant bravado, and I had plenty of that, uncured by inexperience.
Many thanks to Jeff Deeney for providing the amusing intros.
2019 Note: this page under construction; it was originally on micapeak but the links in this story are broken there. As they are here. Working on it.
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Prologue: Cage Scouting
Start with the Prologue: Cage Scouting