21. maj - Echoes of Archaos

After trying in vain to have the kids at the Apple store make the tablet accept pictures on this blog, I get some good paper maps, useful for planning the route up to Geneva. Then head for the SUDSIDE workshop a bit north. One of their guys left his business card on my bike, and wanting to adjust the sagging sidecar, that has been scraping on larger bumps for a few days now, I figure I'd do it out there. But there's no need, as the bike coughs and sputters the last few kilometers out to the place, and the rear brake keeps locking up. This was the final straw; I can deal riding without lights, horn & speedometer, but I'm not riding four days in the alps fighting the other two things.

The SUDSIDE guys are sympathetic and tell me I can leave the bike at their place for later pickup. Then I get the tour of the workshop, which looks like a combination of mine, Gonzomoto's and Killer Bobbers', except it's literally 30 times bigger than all ours combined. Then there are all their Triton cafe racers and other old stuff, my favorite being a single cylinder BSA wrapped in a droptank-ish full fairing, built to ride beneath a wire. On top of it all they used to make props for e.g. Archaos, the punk inspired circus that visited Denmark ages ago. Heroes...

Then it's just strolling about town, seeing everybody out enjoying the perfect weather and listening to police sirens. Yesterday a bunch of 6 or 7 motorcycles screamed past me with their blue lights flashing too, and today a caravan of nine vans did the same. Must've been a good one. Then the subway, oddly decorated in 1970s orange colour inside, turns into a pumpkin at 9:30, so I get to walk back to the hotel.