|An interview with Frank||Hungary: 2021-09-13 20:00|
Everyone has own personal habits how to plan and carry out the travels.
For me, getting to the destination is just as much important as to be there. That's the genuine meaning of travel. As one of the traveldiaries explains, getting from Point A to be in Point B is not that, it's only reading the first and the last page of a book.
While I'm travelling, I like to see and experience the intermediate regions, and my ultimate destination is never only the daily accommodation. I like to ride through the cities and villages, see the surroundings, the houses, nod and wave back to the locals, stop for a coffee. To look out from an airplane, train, bus or car. All your senses are recording and processing, get to know and immense. That scorching Sun is not the same, like the one seeing while standing on mountain peaks. I like to see the countryside, the horizon, a morning sunshine, forests after the rain or in morning mist — those all build the experience, joy and memories.
This approach is especially true with daytrips, when only a very light and minimal luggage is rigged to the bike, along with freedom. My riding habits includes speed limits, not just because of because, but anything faster will kill all the above experiences.
In Romania you make your own driving rules
It didn't take months, the realization of something completely different dawned upon me much sooner, already while getting from Arad to Deva: when you naively ride 55 km/h through smaller cities, but trucks chase you closely, way outside the comfort zone — that quickly teaches you how to swim in deep water full of sharks.
It's about survival. You decide either to let large metal containers, not even remotely keeping the following distance to chase you — or even in inhabited areas you open the throttle to publicly not disclosed speeds until you can safely park down and let the public endangering drivers pass you. Not one. Not two. One after an another, again and again and again.
But it never feels right. Not because of a probable speed camera or patrol car. Not because in other countries this gross negligence would immediately put you into prison. More likely because it's dangerous. As the utmost most important third, it kills and disembowels the joyride. So you change the strategy: ensure that the other vehicle can safely (for everyone, including that other driver) pass, throw the right index, slow down and wave to the driver:I'm slowing down, take me over and get the hell away from me.Motorcycling is never dangerous.Not once. Not twice. One after an another, again and again and again. Speed limits are meant to be a joke, a challenge, a record to be broken: 100+ km/h in inhabited areas is perfectly acceptable. Double lane separators are true waste of public money and paint. And so on.
Corners and curves are second best. I could mix a many hours long video about where 70% of the incoming vehicle appeared in my lane. Not one. Not two. One after an another, again and again and again. Have covered quite large distances and areas, and I heard the very same results from other bikers too.
Taking over habits is the third, the cream. Taking over means to force the other direction traffic to slow down or swerve: never occur to stop the maneuver and return back to the own lane. You would imagine, above a certain amount of intelligence…lived years people realize public roads are not race tracks, it's not worth to make a dangerous maneuver, just to get before ONE other vehicle in the long queueing to roll just as slowly as the other did. But hey, at least the ego is happier, hooray-hooray.
When you spend most of your attention to the traffic, to avoid accidents and not travelling — that kills the joy.
While I enjoyed the tour on multiple levels, the conclusion of local moving around: you don't travel in Romania.
You go there to get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible, see the sights, leave, without staying any longer than necessary.