Riding the roads of southern France makes you feel like you have died and gone to biking heaven
In the mountains you can, if you don’t over ride them, get in to a flow that is just poetry.
You feel that the road has been put they’re that day for you to ride. You have a, It really can’t get any better than this feeling all day. It’s all in the flow, it’s in the food and wine in the mountain town café, it’s in the over hanging trees dappling the light on the shady side of the mountain. You don’t feel intimidated you just feel alive, well fed and happy.
You are welcomed on a loud bike in the smallest town as a human and not an outlaw.
On a solo blast out I stumbled on a 360 with a sports exhaust out for a blast. Had some fun just following him for five or six miles but he was pushing on to much ,it’s too intense to keep that pace up
Comfortably for long because it just keeps on bend after bend. He pulled over let me lead for the next five or six. Not racing just both enjoying the road and the added entertainment of our choice of weapon. Magic sound but still think the duke had the edge at full volume.
I did get a pull out there in the middle of nowhere. Very nice lady with a pump action shot gun and her male partner. Using my universal language of mime and the odd French word I explained that my non-existent licence plate was an oversight. They then used there similar international mime skills to tell me it would cost me seventy quid if the bad ones got me. They liked the bike, which helped.
Then you throw in the Cote D'Azur and It just nicks it.
Best road riding for me by far
Wales
The roads are there , the weather, well yes got that if your lucky, but the wine food and attitude to large loud supper bikes, hummm need to think about that. in saying that anywear is better than Essex for road riding.
