Day 1. Km 547. 8 hours riding.
Yawn, long as Pannonia. And then we’re in Vienna. Straight roads, endless fields, here and there a patch of woods. The bikes are running flawlessly, thanks to those from Pascota Racing who prepped them, even after we test their autonomy by going without refueling until the tanks are completely dry. The GPS gets stuck only twice and only once sends us roaming though people’s yards – not enough for things to get really interesting.
Liviu, our friend host from Vienna, has the right intuition: “Man, you didn’t realize you’ve left yet!”.
Viennese schnitzel. Viennese beer. Sleeping in a Viennese tavern. Sleep. Tomorrow, not too early, we’re going to tackle the Alps and the certain rain, and maybe then we’ll realize we’ve left.
And, just in case you’re wondering what a day of riding in the endless and lifeless Pannonia looks like, here it is:
Yawn, long as Pannonia. And then we’re in Vienna. Straight roads, endless fields, here and there a patch of woods. The bikes are running flawlessly, thanks to those from Pascota Racing who prepped them, even after we test their autonomy by going without refueling until the tanks are completely dry. The GPS gets stuck only twice and only once sends us roaming though people’s yards – not enough for things to get really interesting.
Liviu, our friend host from Vienna, has the right intuition: “Man, you didn’t realize you’ve left yet!”.
Viennese schnitzel. Viennese beer. Sleeping in a Viennese tavern. Sleep. Tomorrow, not too early, we’re going to tackle the Alps and the certain rain, and maybe then we’ll realize we’ve left.
And, just in case you’re wondering what a day of riding in the endless and lifeless Pannonia looks like, here it is:
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