Chalk and Cheese

Up at 6am, on the road by 7:15. Even with my fuel stop I was checking in by 8am and to my delight, got the option to catch the earlier train. 

Train left on time too. Me and one other bike (see pic). Young guy called Andy, been riding just over a year.  Bike was 883 Sportster till he chopped it. Shortest exhausts I've ever seen I reckon.  His first tour, to the Dolomites! Was going to be riding further than me today! Good luck. Our steeds were like chalk and cheese standing next to each other. Nice lad. Wished him safe journey and hit the road. 

Touring on that!

Ginny was purring and I was surprisingly comfortable. My blue hood jeans maybe having more padding, who knows. I'd been in the saddle over 3 hours by the time I eventually stopped for fuel and I hadn't been bum shuffling much at all. My planned stop turned out to be a truckers, diesel only gaff. No matter, I had plenty range left. I stopped about 20 miles further on.

After watering the pony, as Grizzly would say and grabbing a bite to eat, I was back on the road and within a 100 metres, Ginny was back in the land of her birth for the first time. She celebrated by clocking up 11,000 miles.

Roadworks slowed me by about half an hour, despite me filtering, so the 2nd part of the journey was also around 3 hours. I arrived at the Jagerhof Hotel in Weibersbrunn about 5:35pm.

The journey had been pretty uneventful and the expected rain failed to materialise in anything other than a few spots.  I got lucky there, as they had clearly had heavy rain today.

I took a walk around the town, took a few snaps and then had dinner. Schweineschnitzel, washed down with a weisen beer.

Tomorrow I'm heading to my digs for the next 4 nights, in Bruk an der Mur, Austria. 

Till tomorrow then.