Hoek van Holland, here we come !
On Friday morning I loaded my bicycle panniers on the luggage rack (spare parts and two-stroke oil on the left, clothing on the right above the exhaust), and stuck my motorcycle tank case on the tiny Quickly tank with its magnets. The tank case contained the paperwork, and an external power supply for my Garmin Zumo motorcycle navigation unit. Checked the tire pressure, kissed my wife goodbye and left around lunchtime for the worst prepared multi-day trip I had done so far.
The drive from my home to Hoek van Holland is about 120km. With my I-am-driving-on-my-own style that’s about 3.5 hours, so not too bad. Halfway, in the middle of some fields, it started to rain. Within 10 minutes I reached some large enough trees, and donned the rain gear. I was very glad I had opted to pick a full-face helmet and not to take an open-faced one, as the rain did not stop until I reached the ferry. The green one and me drew some attention while waiting – the well-known remarks about (older) family who used to own an NSU back in the days, sprinkled with surprise about the fact that I was doing the trip on such a bike with no support unit in tow.
Well, I am not known for being a particularly clever person …
