Neukirchen, Austria – We drove up and up and up and finally arrived in the picturesque little town of Newchurch in Tirol, Austria. Didn’t even realize it was so high up, but St. Lutz’s trusty little steed bore us all expertly to the top. I kid you not; the peaks surrounding our villa were snow capped and mist laden. It had been pouring rain all day and we were a bit down, but there was a hint of something in the air. As we wandered up Main Street past billowing Union Jacks and a sign reading “Underground” we began to feel a bit more out of sorts than usual...this is Austria, right? Then a brand new Triumph Triple came screaming past; and another, and another. The invasion had begun...
Tridays occurs once a year and is the brainchild of filmmaker and Triumph lover, Uli Bree. Fifteen years ago he organized his first rally in this sleepy little town and now it attracts 20,000 Triumph riders over a single weekend. It’s almost impossible to imagine and even harder to describe, so I’ll just post a string of words that come to mind and get to the pics.
Ascend, wet, crevasse, tired, lost, winding, cabin, warmth, crisp, breathe, RPMs, Triple, Thruxton, beer, BBQ, music, wind, slam dance, Jagermeister, exhaustion, Brittown, friends, more, sleep, again, sausages, biscuits, again, goodbyes, descend, continue, the road...
(Many thanks to Tridays for inviting us to partake in the madness and kindest wishes to Herr and Frau Keller for opening their home and their hearts.)
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