Day - 1 : 8th November
Big day ahead! Like a rusty old machine slowly coming back to life, I felt my rhythm returning after a long pause. The evening before, things finally started falling into place, and the uncertainties in my mind began to fade. As I mentioned earlier, I had only booked a motel for the night, leaving my plans for the next day open. No pressure to rush out at 5 or 6 AM to cover distance quickly—the plan was simple: ride until I couldn’t anymore, then stop.
I woke at my usual weekday time of 6:30 AM, feeling refreshed. The options for the day ahead were:
1. Ride to Milan - 700 km
2. Explore towns in the Alps and ride through the mountains - 400–500 km
3. Head back home and relax for the next few days - 210 km
Option 2, exploring the Alps, seemed the most logical and exciting choice. But attending the EICMA had been a dream of mine since moving to Europe, and this felt like the perfect opportunity to check it off my bucket list. So, Milan it was!
As I enjoyed breakfast, I noticed that many hotels I had scouted earlier were no longer available. I quickly booked one on the outskirts of Milan. My reasoning was twofold: avoid traffic when entering Milan and during my return journey, and use public transport to get into the city. This way, I wouldn’t have to roam around Milan all day in riding gear—a decision I’d revisit later.
Motel Parking before starting
A Leisurely Start
Perhaps I took things too easy in the morning. Between a long shower, a relaxed breakfast, gearing up, checking out, and loading my bike, it was already 9:30 AM when I rolled out of the parking lot. My GPS showed an ETA of 4:50 PM—manageable, considering the 130 km/h speed limits on tolled highways. Covering 700 km in 8.5 hours seemed perfectly reasonable.
The highway greeted me with thick fog, though visibility was sufficient to safely cruise at 110 km/h. I had last refueled 210 km ago and estimated I had a comfortable range left. My bike, with its 18-liter tank, averages 23–24 km/l on highways, offering a theoretical 400 km range. Still, I prefer refueling at around 320–340 km to avoid running low and overheating the fuel pump.
The ride started smoothly, though my ETA gradually crept up as I rode below the speed limit. After about 100 km, I decided to take my first break for coffee—a much-needed boost for these "seasoned" bones. I also topped up my fuel, as the gauge was nearing its last bar (though the low-fuel warning hadn’t appeared yet).
First break after 130 Kms of riding Steady Progress and Growing Traffic
With 14 liters of fuel added and a snack in hand, I hit the road again. My ETA had now jumped to 5:40 PM—40 minutes lost to my leisurely start. Determined to make up time, I stuck closer to the speed limits, using cruise control to give my right hand some rest. Traffic was light initially, and the kilometers flew by.
Approaching Lyon, the traffic thickened, forcing me off cruise control. My Tuareg’s basic throttle-lock system works well enough, but it lacks the radar-assisted finesse of high-end bikes. By this point, I’d covered 480 km since leaving home, and my body was starting to feel the strain.
Navigating Lyon’s traffic was tedious but manageable. Soon, the distant Alps came into view—a welcome sight. I encountered my first fellow biker of the day, a rider on a Ducati Multistrada. We rode together briefly before parting ways; he sped off towards Grenoble while I continued towards Chambéry.
I crossed Lyon around lunchtime but wasn’t hungry yet, so I pressed on. At around 250 km since my last refuel, I saw a rest stop sign indicating a 30 km distance. Upon reaching it, the next sign frustratingly pushed it another 35 km. Finally, past 2 PM and nearly 280 km since my last break, I stopped to refuel both myself and the bike.
Second break after 280 Kms of riding For the Final Destination fans out there
The Alps Beckon
The Alps drew closer, and the ride grew more engaging. The highway passed several high mountain passes, including Col du Galibier and Col de la Croix de Fer, both open—a reassuring sight. I checked my route options ahead: the quickest was the Fréjus Tunnel, a 13-km passage under the Alps. The scenic Mont Cenis pass, while more interesting, would add time. Concerned about road closures or delays at dusk, I opted for the tunnel.
Approaching the tunnel entrance, I hit my first significant traffic jam of the day. Vehicles came to a near standstill 500 meters from the toll booth. It took nearly 20 minutes to inch forward, the chilly 12°C mountain air warming uncomfortably under my layers. Finally, I reached the toll gate (€35 for motorcycles!) and entered the tunnel, where the temperature shot up to 24°C.
The ride through the tunnel was slow at the 70 km/h limit. Somewhere midway, I crossed into Italy—a milestone I’d planned to capture but missed due to the sudden signage. After 13 km, I emerged into the Italian Alps at Bardonecchia, where the temperature dropped back to 9°C. Fatigued from the heat and traffic, I needed another break.
Break #3 after around 120 Kms of riding
Nestled in the beautiful Italian Alps Final Stretch to Milan
After a quick rehydration stop, I was back on the road by 5 PM. Darkness crept into the valley, and my ETA now read 7 PM. Riding through the outskirts of Turin, I hit dense traffic but chose not to filter through lanes, unsure of Italy’s specific rules. Thankfully, the jam cleared quickly, though dense fog accompanied much of the remaining journey.
Finally, seeing my destination drop below triple digits on the GPS was a morale booster. Knowing I wouldn’t head out for dinner after this long day, I stopped at a rest stop to grab some sandwiches—my third such meal, and the monotony was starting to wear on me!
After nearly 100 km of foggy riding, I reached my hotel parking lot. Despite the long, demanding day, I felt surprisingly okay. Somewhere within me, my old self was still alive and kicking. A small hurrah to that!
Heavy fog around Turin
Third break after 180 Kms of riding
Fourth and Final break after ~690 Kms
Short video summary of the ride of this day
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