DAY3
Breakfast at 7am. Still dark but with a sliver of sun peeking at the horizon.
Tarmac takes us to La Condamine-Châtelard.
The South-East entry to the Col du Parpaillion.
Driven it a few times before, but is so beautiful.
Wins hands down from the Col de Vars which is the tarmac alternative.
Some will recognize the start of the gravel track:
The South-Side is steeper and stonier side of the Parpaillion.
I like the rough side better.
I've now driven the Parpaillion on the R1200GSA, the KTM690EnduroR and now with the R100GS.
Of course Roel is way ahead of me.
I cross my fingers and do a small prayer that he'll behave.
It seems to work. Maybe, just maybe, he's getting wiser with the years as well....
A nice rough patch of track.
Mmm. Something wrong with Roel's G/S kickstand I guess...
I drive on while Roel shoot some pictures.
Oooh....a nice spot for my GS to snap some pics as well.
Shooting the last pic, Roel drives by.
Nice sound. And you can see the power of the Edelweis tuned engine.
And of course Roel is a big show-off.
Last part to the tunnel which is there way sooner than I remember from previous years.
Very quiet.
OK. It's only 10 past 9.
And Mondaymorning
The North ramp is way wider and smoother.
Last year, Roel went off track. That turned out to be prtetty tough.
You can hear me asking if he's going to do that again....guess what his answer is. Ha!
Relaxed, we roll down the Parpaillion.
Roel has to adjust something on his mirror.
Or handlebar.
Or...something.
That's Roel: if it ain't broken, fix it anyway.
Instead of going down to the village of Embrun, we follow the gravel track to Col de Valbelle.
Quick to ride gravel through the forest which arrives after some hairpins at the Col which is situated in a skiing area. Not the prettiests of landscapes.
It is SG4 according to Denzel. I'd say 2-3.
First we drive up a bit but that end. Bck off track to the Valbelle.
We want to go to L'Alpe de Clot. The track clearly goes North.
I thought I new better because I saw a building up on the mountain to the East.
Not to the North....
Needless to say we went East.
First smooth uphill.
No sweat.
Turn a corner to the right and holy Mozes...like scaling a wall.
But we're tough. So hit the gas!
Me in the lead.
Really really steep. And muddy.
My GS wags its tail. Halfway I nearly lose the backside and go off track onto the grass.
Steering back to the track I have to jump a trench like a meter and a half deep and just as wide.
Or brake. Which will see me upside down in the same trench.
OK. Hit the gas, pull on the handlebars and Big Bertha jumps.
Like a damn elephant, but she jumps and gets me safely accross. @27"
Last part of the track with spinning rear tyre. But I get there.
Standing there Roel nearly puts his knobbies into me. Always fun with Roel.
Mmmm. Doesn't look like Alpe de Clot.
WTF. I read: "Le Forêt Blanche".
Damn. We just rode up a black or red ski slope.
On the topomap is shows that we went up 140 vertical meters in 200 horizontal meters
A pic from the internet to show how steep (as it does not show on the clip, other than that we were driving straight into the sun...at 1pm).
Via a nice blue slope we drive back to the Vabelle and the down to Risoul to grab lunch.
We agree that the Defender is also a cool machine.
Via Guillestre we drive to Saint-Crépin from where we want to drive up the gravel track to the Col de Lauzet.
It's a nice track. Quiet. Big rocks. That's what we're here for.
Roel takes point. Nice speed. No racing.
He turns into a corner and I lose sight of him because of the bend.
I come out of the corner....and WTF?
Roel on the ground. The G/S on top of him facing to me.
Bloody hell!
I jump of my GS and lift Roel's G/S.
He's OK. Nothing broken. Nothing sprained.
But he'll be black and blue in a day ar two, falling on a rocky gravel track.
What happened?
A wire accross the track, to keep cattle from going down, is the culprit.
The damage to Roel's bike is really enormous.
On of the handlebar clamp bolts has sheered off completely.
Right handlebar buttons are toast
The throttlecable is nearly torn and hangs.
The right side valve cover has huge hole in it and grit is under the valve springs and inside the pushrod canals.
The whole headlightunit is in pieces all over the track.
All wiring has been torn.
What to do?
Accept that one of us has to spend like 6 hours getting the car and trailer and the trip being over?
"NO" says Roel. We'll clean this baby up and get her driving again!
Now that's the spirit!
Luckily, I took a valve cover spare as I know my round ones are weak. That's luck!
We've got tie-wraps. We've got ducttape. Roel swaps a RAM mount bolt for a rear sub frame bolt which he than again uses for the handlebar clamp. Need all 4 bolts there.
With lots more of inventiveness and a lots of Knowledge (capital "K"), Roel gets her up and running again.
Almost 3 hours later.
It is 4.30pm.
Some 270 kilometer separate us from our endpoint where we also started from, 3 days ago.
Not just your average run-of-the-mill kilometers.
The Lautaret, The Galibier, The Télegraphe and the Madeleine are to be done.
That means riding in the dark.
With 30 years headlight units resembling glowworms....
Incredibly, Roels headlight unit still functions.
Roel's G/S runs like an old tractor, totally out of sync due to elongation of the throttle cable.
Starting the engine has to be done "car thief style": pushing 2 naked wires together to engage the starter. But it works!
And to nake it into a truely perfect day, a rainfront sets in from the east. Great...
Make my day....
And off we go. And we really go!
Ghastly weather on the Galibier.
Over the Télegraphe.
Daylight fades...
Up the Col de Madeleine. Byond twilight.
Down the Madeleine. Dusk....
And soon thereafter....dark.
Driving Alpine passes in the dark. Yippieee...!
And it's really f*cking dark.
No lights.
No moon.
Overcast.
A bit wet on the road.
No refectors on the side of the road.
Every hairpin is an adventure.
To further increase the excitement and anxiety, Roel decided earlier on not to fill up on petrol.
On reserve left side......on reserve right side. Some 2 liters left.
Great fun our Roel.
Then civilization comes into view again.
We find a petrolstation and we fill up.
And there's a pizzabus.
We eat pizza. The most groce pizza of all time. But still good
Half an hour later we're "home".
The worried landlady is relieved we're in.
We are somewhat tired.
We have to push on to get the bikes on the trailer.
Early start tomorrow.
Falling asleep is not difficult at all.
Some softcore .... (Roel made the picture. I did not inspect further
)
Super roadtrip.
Adventure.
Challenges.
Setbacks.
Inventiveness.
Teamwork.
Good ending.
I loved it!
regards
Roel & Peter
damage & repair is our game