The village of Lourmarin NB I originally wrote this piece for the monthly newsletter of the US National Moto Guzzi Owners Club... And once again I have failed to tame Blogger's idiosyncratic formatting rules. Apologies. *********************************** I came late to riding a motorcycle, and as early as possible to my V7ii. I passed my test when I was 61, having never ridden before, Googled ‘best beginner motorcycle for tall women’ and found my heart’s delight less than a week later. I love my bike. Anyway, in November 2021 I went back to Lourmarin, in Provence, where I had lived for thirty years, and naturally I wanted to ride a bike. The baker in the village was kind enough to lend me his 20 year-old Harley Heritage softail, which I picked up on a dark, cold, rainy night from his house and rode back, in less than optimal conditions, to where I was staying. It was lovely of him to trust me with his sweetie, it would have...
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