….and that’s it. Another HUMM (semi)succesfully over.Now it’s back to France and continue helping Dave getting his house ready.

This year, I have managed not to damage myself in any comedy-style, whatsoever, which is quite a feat, I’ll tell you. Year one, saw me with a damaged knee and 2nd degree sunburn (massive blisters, the size of my lower-leg). Year two, I only had a sprained big toe, but that’s quite painful when you need to shift gears. Apart from that, we had some &^%$ in our team, who insisted on limiting my fun in any way he could think of. Luckily this person was not there this year.

Left Llavorsi at about 13.00, if I recall correctly. Took a little detour through Andorra to take in the sights (I positively, absolutely didn’t go there to get cigarettes or booze, honest). I was planning on walking through Andorra La Vella, after I found a place to park. Having quite a large truck with a bike on the back, meant parking garages were out. Andorra La Vella being a very compact town (especially the city-centre), meant all outside parking was occupied. I decided to drive on and parked the truck about 20 miles from Andorra La Vella and not got some ciggies and booze.

The trick of not getting stopped by customs, I learned, was to follow the articulated-trucks and not stop at the customs-post. Worked well, going in and out of the country. Ooops

Anyway, only one picture of the drive back.

HUMM Day 2

Finally, off to Spain. Initially I was going to take my own car, attach a trailer with bike on. Dave, graciously, donated his BGT (Big Gay Truck), bike (DRZ400S) and assorted bike-clothes and protection) to the cause. Made my life a hell of a lot easier. I’m not sure if I would have taken a hairpins just as easy with the trailer as I did with the truck. Was quite fun to drive through the mountains with it. Dave had already warned me about the fact that the truck might oversteer a bit (lot’s of weight in the front, less so in the back).

The drive was going to take about 4 hours according to my GPS. When I arrived at the Spanish border, I only had to do about 100 km. It said it was going to take me about an hour and a half. Yeah right I thought. Well….. yeah right. Slow traffic, numerous hairpins does add time to one’s travel.

Below are the pictures of the drive and some pictures of the hotel by night…

What happened was, I’d fallen off a bear grabbed the bike and sent me flying through the air on the Sunday. We did a little pre-HUMM ride-out for David as he’d never been offroad before. As I took in the scenery, I failed to notice a branch a bear and before I knew it, I was lying on top of the bike cursing at myself congratulating on fighting off the bear. There are some gruesome pictures below of a little redness on my leg. I opted not to ride the first day, as the knee was hurting just too much. I spent the day laying in the sun and occasionally dropping my leg in the cold pool, to aid circulation. One of my teammembers wifes offered to rub my leg with suncream, but being the rufty-tufty biker that I am, I declined. We don’t need no stinkin’ cream. Well, as it turned out, we did.

I did ride the second day

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