After weeks of counting down, making lists and collecting GPX files, the moment was there. Yesterday I still doubted whether I should leave very early, but the weather forecast for the morning didn’t look promising at all.
A sausage roll against the rain
The first kilometres were still dry, but after about an hour somewhere before Metz, the drizzle started. I stopped for a sausage roll and to put on my rain gear.
From then on it was hours of riding on boring highways. No spectacular views, no twisty fun. But that’s often what day one of a motorcycle trip looks like: just getting there and letting your body and mind adjust to long hours on the road.
Motorcycle-friendly France
From Metz onwards, traffic became significantly heavier. At times even completely standstill. In Belgium, drivers are generally quite friendly towards motorcyclists and often make space in traffic jams. Here, I started filtering with a bit of a nervous feeling.
But to my relief, France is extremely motorcycle-friendly. Drivers moved aside naturally and zigzagged far less between lanes than I’m used to in Belgium. Despite the ongoing rain, I quickly felt more at ease.
Arriving = surviving
Around 7:30 pm I arrived in Colmar. I immediately recognised the roundabout with the Statue of Liberty that I had already spotted during my planning on Street View. How did I feel? Tired, soaked and hungry… but above all: relieved and secretly a little proud.
In the bathroom I discovered a small luxury: a heated drying rack. Everything went straight onto it. My riding pants felt like they had been swimming, and my boots were full of water. I asked for old newspapers at the reception and stuffed them into my boots (a trick from my short military period). Within a few hours, everything felt noticeably drier.
Alone on the road, but not lost
While writing these lines in my hotel bed, everything still feels a bit unfamiliar. Solo on a motorcycle trip. Not knowing what’s coming next. Rain. Border crossings. Mountain passes that only reopened today.
I read that the San Bernardino Pass was partly washed away after severe weather in the Alps, causing extra traffic at the Gotthard Tunnel. Luckily, the Gotthard Pass itself is open. And honestly, riding over the mountains sounds much more appealing than going through a tunnel, right?
Furka & Grimsel are coming
Despite everything, I’m really looking forward to what’s next. Rain or no rain: this is why I do it. Of course I hope for better weather, but a bit of rain won’t stop me. Tomorrow, Furka Pass and Grimsel Pass are on the agenda, followed by an overnight stay near Lake Maggiore.
For now, it’s simple: grab some quick food (McDonald’s this time) and go to bed. Tomorrow brings a new day with new challenges. My first real mountain passes.
Safe travels,
Cara from BikingWithC