A BEGINNER’S GUIDE to Alpine MOTORCYCLE Touring
BELIEVE ME, LIGHT, LOW AND NARROW ARE THE TRAITS YOU WANT IN YOUR MOTORCYCLE
I am not religious. Oh, I try to abide by the Ten Commandments. But I seek no spiritual guidance from above, find no solace in the hereafter and cannot believe that anyone, at least sentient, believes that someone like Creflo Dollar — the professor of “prosperity theology” who has managed to bilk two Rolls-Royces and a private jet out of his followers — is on speaking terms with a deity who claims to rule the universe.
All that said, if a revivalist were to have any hope of converting me to the flock, their best bet would be a church perched atop the Grimsel Pass. Or, truth be told, the Furka. Ah hell, if you are a diehard motorcyclist, the Nufenen Pass right next door is probably equally capable of inspiring divine intervention. Ditto the world famous Stelvio. In a pinch, even the Susten Pass might lead me to reject my sinning ways. But then so might the San Bernardino and the…
The point I am trying to make is that, as far as motorcycling goes, you will never be closer to spiritual nirvana than in the Swiss/Italian Alps. Words simply fail to capture the beauty that is at once awe-inspiring and frightening; both overwhelming and calming; and, most importantly, results in wonderment and reverence no matter how many times you gaze upon the same horizon. Indeed, if motorcycling be a religion
