Back from my trip to the Aragon MotoGP. Fazer went like a train with no dramas, racking up just short of 2400 miles. Considering the varied weather over the 9 days, we only had to put on waterproofs on four occasions, the last being on leaving Berga in north eastern Spain. Virtually the whole trip through France was done on D roads, ensuring little traffic and plenty of high jinx.
The best day for me was the Saturday ride into Spain to Mequinenza, where we based ourselves for the track. The ride down from the mountains was the best I've had on the Fazer, with endless fast bends taking us towards our hotel.
We'd got excellent stand tickets alongside the famous "wall" sector of the track. Unfortunately there wasn't much for us to cheer about, as Jake crashed out on the second lap. I was glad however, to have got the opportunity to wave goodbye to Vale after many years of edge of the seat entertainment.
I'd never stayed in the Aragon region before, only passed through it, but biking wise I found it to be excellent, maybe the last frontier in exciting road riding on perfect surfaces, with little police or camera interference, in western Europe.
Both France and Spain were very covid aware with strict mask wearing policies in supermarkets etc. In every bar/cafe in France, evidence of your double jab QR code was needed, or there'd be no service. A chore maybe, but I felt a lot more protected there than I do in this country.
The days shot by as fast as the miles, with sadly little time for scenic photo opportunities as it was either riding, eating or drinking. After completing the necessary pre travel pcr test, it was a matter of sitting back for a few beers, waiting for hopefully a negative result email. Everyone was fine, so from near Chartres, we mainly backtracked on our D road route back to Calais and the train. This completed its customary 35 minute journey to Folkestone, and the M20, which was shut from junction 9. Oh deep joy, welcome back to England.