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This weekend, I’m visiting my parents in Schleswig-Holstein again. Going there on the motorbike, of course. But it’s different this time, my daughter is coming with me, on her Kawasaki W 800. I expected her to like it even though it’s a long stretch, her butt is hardened from riding the French Alps, after all.
And it’s even more different, my 21-year-old son is also going with us, on the pillion seat of my Harley. I must admit I had an evil master plan there. Wanted to spark motorbike enthusiasm in him, didn’t work out so well. Mind you, he was patient and a good pillion rider but doesn’t feel the fire.
Maybe it had a little bit to do with the circuitous route we took yesterday and today. We started out at 13:00 and got as far as Dolle in Sachsen-Anhalt when night came and rain started to fall. We found a hotel in that village and stayed overnight and did the last 350 km before noon today. A longer route and totally different from the one I usually take up north. Today I found the reason: I had switched the navigation app to “shortest route” in the settings. I should have left it at fastest… You get directed through inner cities, over cobblestones and through a maze of small streets, relentlessly following the shortest way. See more, take longer!
So, I stretched my adult children’s patience. My daughter is terminally hooked on riding, so no harm done. For my son, I wasn’t a good ambassador for biking, I guess he won’t volunteer again. But you should see him drive a car! Speeding is in his blood, after all!