My second big journey. I call
our Lambretta
Club President Cesare Battaglini at the last minute (if this name
doesn't
tell you anything he is the man who did a world tour with a Lambretta D
in the 50s) and say that I want to take part in column of insane who
are
pretending to reach Ireland by scooter; as usual he has organised
everything:
trip plan, ferry tickets, Jamboree tickets and so on. You just have to
set up your Lambretta and ride. The trip there is very fine, everything
right and no mechanical troubles...for us, but the car that follows
break
down with a burnt clutch in the middle of France. We reach Cherbourg
Normandy
in time for the ferry; the Channel is very quiet that allow us also to
sleep a bit crossing it. In France the World football Championship is
taking
place and we can fell the atmosphere af a such important event. Once
arrived
in Rosslare we ride the 300 or so kms. to reach Millstreet in a very
cold
day but my thoughts wave to Mr. Tolkien novels' and I'm filled with
mystical
pathos. We probably bring a bit of sun with us; the locals tell us it's
one and half month it rains no way. We enjoy the Jamboree very much,
and
enter in lots of events. In the 5 a side I miss a penalty and we loose
2 - 1 with the Irish who in the end will win the event.
The trip back is marked by the rain; from Millstreet to Rosslare, Wales, as we have planned to come back through England and pay a visit to the really impressive museum of Nigel Cox, is also passed through in the very wet weather; it's not better in France. After crossing the Alps and down to Torino it changes in less than 50 km. from 22° to 35° and we have to undress all heavy jumpers and rainy jackets, for not choking. The heat is so terrible I think my Lambretta is going to explode eventually but everything goes right and I finally reach home really tired after 4.500 km. on a Lambretta. They following day I would be ready to leave again! |