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Profu' on the wheels
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Too quiet for Bucharest
After 4,500 kilometers through Europe, my conclusion about Pan America was quite simple: I like it. I like it very much. I feel great on it, I like how it rides, I like how it looks, and after days of riding through the Dolomites, highways, trails, and a thousand kilometers a day, I had reached that very good point in my relationship with a motorcycle where you no longer have to constantly analyze what it's doing. Just go. And, honestly, I couldn't really find anything I didn
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2 days ago5 min read
After all, it's still Harley
I think India started to cost me more than I initially calculated. The tickets were paid for, the expedition was over, the Royal Enfield was handed over, I made the 11-hour bus ride back to Delhi, I enjoyed a clean hotel to the unnatural extent, and I came home convinced that the " Holy Cow " adventure was over. But it's not over. Because somewhere in the Himalayas, probably on that day when I did over 100 km of off-roading, something happened that I didn't take seriously eno
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Aug 276 min read
The Holy Cow - India, the Himalayas and my first real off-road adventure
I didn't want to go to India. I think it's important to say this up front, especially since this article is about a trip that I ended up loving. I had a problem with India before I got there, and the problem was, quite simply, misery. I had seen enough pictures, read enough stories, and had a pretty clear picture in my head of what I was going to find there, and I wasn't at all eager to check if my picture was accurate. However, when OmBun told me it was a motorcycle expediti
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Aug 2511 min read
It's good. It's good, good!
"Stop Time" 12th edition, approximately 2,200 km, seven days and a thank you that I don't want to postpone any longer. On the last day of the "Stop Time" ride, for the first time the name didn't just seem inspired to me. I wish I could stop time. Not metaphorically. Not like in a text about how quickly life passes. I wish I could reach out and grab it, pull it back just a few minutes, and change just one thing. That's it. On the last day, Om Bun had a motorcycle accident. He'
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Aug 1811 min read
Madeira. Seven days on four wheels, thinking of two.
I should write as soon as I get home. Ideally, right after a trip ends, while my boots still have some soil on their soles, my phone is full of photos that I recognize without looking at the location, and the sensations haven't had time to be pushed into a corner of my memory by meetings, bills, and other very important things that we won't remember in ten years anyway. It's been more than three months since we returned from Madeira. A whole week left behind fragments. Twiste
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Aug 139 min read
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