Modern times

Modern, or being 'hot'. It's something. An industrial major brewer recently presented a reborn budget beer: “A unique proposition that fits between a distinctive specialty beer and a thirst-quenching pilsner.” Logo and style were translated to all 'touch points'. And if you think that only after consuming a lot of budget beer people talk so stupidly…

At the presentation of the new Harley models, the Director of Styling said, "The valve covers look like metal skin is tight over thick muscle bundles."

Design smurfs and marketing Gargamels are the scourge of our time

They are beaters of crispy fried air and dreamies of the kind that 12 birthdays can get hot with. It used to be enough to put a scantily dressed copy of the nicer modeled sex on the brochure and to report that the engine in question was fast 170 kilometers per hour!

On Italian brochures, the girl was the prettiest and the top speed was a suggestion. British motorcycle folders presented beautiful young ladies, who we hope were considerably less susceptible to malfunction than the two-wheelers on which they were draped.

Young ladies on BMWs were not promoted 'ex works'. Although there are examples that seem to prove the contrary.

In the meantime, everything must be 'differentiated'

Budget beer, valve lids, food, travel. The feasible life according to FB and Instagram. The 'Experience' of our motorcycle life. Our adventure and our freedom are seamlessly connected with The Internet, neck braces, airbag jacks, CE protectors, high-end motorcycle clothing systems, the choice of dozens of pre-programmed routes.

I am certainly not against progress. But we prefer to live with the tires on the ground rather than with the head in the cloud. Because if you don't get caught up in the issues of the day, then motorcycling remains the most important side effect in life.

"Just go" is our advice

For example, we had surfaced a stone chink that narrowed until he died at an old farm. In the hot afternoon sun, the heir dog did his best barking out of duty. Some donkeys looked interested about a fence. A bent old man came out of the farmhouse. He looked like eighty, but could have been sixty. Hard work and lots of sun do weird things with people.

Not modern, just very old-fashioned

The farm turned out to be a parking space for the elder daughter's rental donkey fleet. In the meantime we had jacked up our motorcycles and walked to the fence where the donkeys were behind. Donkeys are just like motorcycles and women: they love attention. Talking and scratching donkeys behind the ears, it was mentioned that those donkeys had such a beautiful dark cross over their backs and shoulders.

"That is a sign from God," said the old farmer

"Because when the Virgin Mary was pregnant with the Child Jesus, she was carried by a donkey."

Look, that is information that you will not immediately find in Google

It was not entirely in line with the donkey sausage that we had seen at the local market. But there have been more things where there was a certain tension between the ideas of God and man. Before going to sleep, we looked at the map to see where we had been. It was a great day. And schedules? We make it afterwards.