... an affair to forget. I don't remember what had me pushed back to riding pillion, but in May we explored the north of France riding together on BMW R1100GS. It was cold and rainy and the French weren't as enthusiastic about wet and dirty riders, as the Brits had been. Ultimately fed up with the weather (and the people) we hit the highway south and ended up in a cozy motorcycle hotel in southern France, to where we would return again later the year.
On our second sojourn I rented a BMW F650 for occasional solo trips. The roads were twisty, the weather was great, the bike however didn't leave any lasting impressions.