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9 - 15 July 2018: (P)art(y!) in Germany. On the left you see a map of my trip, every color representing a traveling goal or traveling day. Start and finish: Erlecom (marked '0'). Every trip's destination is marked on the map with a number; click it to directly go there. Monday July 9, 198 km: Tuesday July 10, 25 km: Wednesday July 11, 83 km: Thursday July 12, 121 km: Friday July 13, 274 km: Saturday July 14, 0 km: Sunday July 15, 445 km: Total: 1,146 km. |
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9 - 15 July 2018. Monday July 9: my first stop was at 'Der Dengelmeister' Hans, who has done a lot of welding on the V8 in recent years. Cup of coffee, a little chat, always cozy at Hans'. |
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Then on to Solingen, to café Hubraum ('cafe Cylinder Displacement'). Every weekend this is a crowded site for bikers but hey: this was a Monday – the day after – and so there was little to do. |
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But it had good atmosphere, the 'Wiener Würstchen mit Brötchen und Senf' tasted great, although the alcohol-free beer was terrible. |
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I continued my trip to Düsseldorf, to camp site Unterbachersee. A very sleepy camp site with mobile homes and elderly. I like thats, nice and quiet. I put up my tent, took the mattress outside, read a book ... |
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... cooked a meal (salad, potatoes and trout fillets) ... |
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... took pictures of desolate settings (I really like doing that) ... |
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... and enjoyed the picturesque view at the waterfront. No doubt William Turner would have painted it. |
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Tuesday July 10: breakfast, lying in the tent, with muesli. | |||
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Rode to downtown Düsseldorf, and fed the CBX along the way; with what else than Ottokraftstoff? ;) |
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Just like three years ago, I was bitten the first evening by a so-called Blanford fly, in Dutch called 'kriebelmugje' ('itch mosquito'). Quite an understatement, this name: the Blanford fly really bites, after its bite a trickle of blood ran out of the wound. |
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Why Düsseldorf? There is the NRW Forum, and I'd never been there before. It presents itself as 'Ausstellungshaus für Fotografie, Pop und digitale Kultur', and I was especially curious about the exhibition 'Pendoran Vinci', about art and artificial intelligence. |
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The main attraction, however, was Liu Xiaodong, a leading Chinese artist. Social engagement is his motive for painting. He visits 'outsiders' of society, talks to them, photographs and paints them. Like here: refugees. |
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Unfortunately, outside the context, this does not produce interesting photography. Not for me at least. |
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Did I say 'outsiders'? Then transgender people can not be missed. |
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I did find his last work interesting: 'Weight of Insomnia', an active robot painting based on livestream footage. A webcam continuously records a street scene and the robot brush translates this live into a kind of impressionistic painting. |
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But I came for Pendoran Vinci, for the exciting combination of art and artificial intelligence. Interesting stuffl: what is creativity, what is artistry, and can machines possess this, or learn? |
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A documentary about whether computers can make art. Unfortunately with an open end, with just firing questions and no answers. |
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This work by Justine Emard was prominently on the flyer of Pendoran Vinci, and I hoped to see this robot 'live'. Unfortunately, it was not more than a video. |
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The Nefertitibot really hit rock bottom: I could not discovered in what way it was more sophisticated (or less...) than Apple's Siri or Google's Assistant. |
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Ow yes, and then there was Hello Barbie, the first AI-toy that came on the market in 2015. But Barbie was out of order. |
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No, that was not a success at all. And as I left, it was raining. Not a big issue, I'm used to it, but it was dangerous this time. Reason: because it hadn't rained for seven weeks (!), the roads were slippery due to oil and diesel residues. Which was clearly visible by the white foam on the asphalt. Fortunately nothing happened during my ride back to the camp site ... |
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... where I made my dinner. Slow-cooking on an ethanol burner, so relaxing. Spinach with pasta and spiced shrimps this time. |
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And on the terrace I enjoyed a cool Erdinger and a nice book. |
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Thunder and lightning all around me, with very threatening skies. But also sunny. Nice combination. |
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I was at the purple dot, so just out of reach of heavy weather. It did not rain that evening nor night. |
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Wednesday July 11: let's go to Bonn! |
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Regulations in Germany are becoming increasingly strict in terms of parking policy, so I put the bike in the parking garage. Pleasant side effect: the engine sound resonates great. |
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All my luggage fit into two large lockers. |
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I had great expectations from the expo in the Bundeskunsthalle: the first European retrospective called 'The Cleaner' by performance artist Marina Abramovic. I admire her very much, for many years. |
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Abramovic explores her physical and mental limits throughout her life. This work is called 'The Artist is Present' in which she sat motionless opposite museum visitors for three months, six days a week. This is all about communication, rest, concentration, and endurance. |
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There were many students in the museum, and they also participated in many of her performances. Here sitting at a big table ... counting rice grains. |
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The principle is simple: put on a hearing protector to shut yourself off from the outside world, grab a handful of rice with lentils, separate the black lentils from the white rice grains, count them, and write down the numbers. Then discard the grains again. |
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I also took time for the rest of the expo, as did most visitors. I stayed at the exhibition for six hours, and can't remember ever having spent so long in a single museum. But with your eyes closed, on your socks, standing in large pieces of natural stone, such experiences count. For me at least. |
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Good to see so much youth in the museum; presumably organized from schools but anyway: this performance phenomenon is a must. |
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I wasn't familiar with this video work yet. It's called 'Holding the Milk' (2009), in which she is stands motionless with an overflowing pan of milk in her hands. Almost frozen, similar to the work of Bill Viola, which I also love. |
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Still quite impressed I rode back to Rheincamping Siebengebirgsblick ... |
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... and cooked my dinner; this time red beets with apple, mozzarella ravioli and South African turkey steak. |
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I happened to meet Werner Wagner, co-CBX driver, who took his motorcycle out of the garage to show it. |
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There was a beer evening – for me with, for him without alcohol – and when it was dark he left. |
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Thursday July 12: after the familiar breakfast ... |
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... I left for Neuendorf, to visit Vetus Tempus ('(Good) Old Times'), Rob and Mia's biker camp site. It was obviously extinct because I came during the week, ánd in the preseason. |
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But hostess Mia and host Rob were hospitably present and served a nice cold beer. |
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I put my tent on their beautiful lawn. |
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A text on the wall that nicely summarizes my motorcycle love. |
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Rob (on the right, sitting) can talk for hours about his motorcycle collection. Tempus Vetus all over the place. |
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Over the course of the evening two young guys from around Dordrecht arrived on their sports bikes, and we ended the day with a few Bitburgers. |
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Friday July 13: starting the day with a well-groomed breakfast, and free entertainment of their two dogs Duca and Kaatje. The love for Italian motorbikes even manifests itself in the names of the dogs. |
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Quite a long ride to the motorcycle meeting, sometimes on bumpy roads ... |
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... and sometimes on perfect curvy asphalt, as the Eifel is known for. |
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On the way, I was surprised by a huge downpour (Friday the thirteenth, was not it?), and after that the idling speed was much too high. So I disassembled the tank and searched for the cause ... |
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... which turned out to be in a muddy stationary adjustment screw. Easy fix. Quite useful if you know your bike a bit. |
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Same for the endless traffic jams I ended up in. That was debilitating. |
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But in the end I ended up at the meeting in Grossostheim that took place for the thirty-fifth time. Dozens of volunteers ensured that the plus-minus 800 motorcyclists did not lack anything. Older volunteers but also young ones. |
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When I asked him which bike was on his shirt, he had no idea. Not even when I said it was a CBX. Ah, today's youth... ;) |
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'My' group arrived one hour later. I'd met them three years ago, at this same event. |
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'Motorradfreunde Ottweiler e.V.'. No, not a MC but a MF (Motorcycle Friends), they emphasized time and again. |
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The beers go per liter. Saves a lot of unnecessary walking trips. |
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Two men take eight liters with at a time. They are sometimes so wonderfully efficient, those Germans. |
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Then, of course, take a well deserved rest. This is Achim, a very funny and entertaining biker. Even if you do not understand anything he says, like me. |
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Everyone sprayed Anti Brumm, against annoying insects. Me too, and I also consistently wore long pants and socks. |
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Many bikes, good atmosphere. |
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In the course of the evening tyres were smoked, an entertaining tradition. |
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Outside everyone had a good time ... |
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... and no less inside the big marquee. | ||||
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Talked, had a lot of fun ... |
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... and got into the spirit of things. | ||||
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Saturday July 14: next morning, slightly hungover, I had a long conversation with Bernd who once owned a Münch TTS and trades in Indians and Vincents. He took a Vincent with him. A beauty. |
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During the day we went with the whole team to the local swimming pool. Swimming, lazing, a small beer. Some bikers went off the slide; no, I do not name names. ;) |
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Manuela, the (unwillingly) primal mother's of the gang, smiling her most cheerful smile. |
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And after that history repeated, supplemented by some extra club members. | ||||
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It was particularly busy around the CBX. Comments ranged between "Hat was..." ("There is something about it...") and "Du bist Gott!" ("You are God!"). I'd forgotten my red and white crime-scene tape so there was a lot of pinching, knocking and turning. Danny (under the arrow) voluntarily acted as a bodyguard to point out bikers about their undesirable behavior. |
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A group photo of the entire club. Danny (far right) this time in more relaxed condition. |
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The evening was similar to the night before. However, the band was better. |
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And there was a prize-giving ceremony: Motorradfreunde Ottweiler e.V. turned out to be the second largest club. |
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Sunday July 15: the body still wanted to sleep but the sun on the tent disagreed. And the sun was right as it would be an extremely hot (30 degrees) and long (445 km) riding day. |
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I had to take a detour to pick up my forgotten phone ... |
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... which was given sanctuary by the staff at Rastplatz Grenzau. I donated quite a tip as a thank-you. |
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Nice to be away for a week, and nice to go home again too. It was a good week. |