Tanti SUPEREROI in MOTO tranne ME 😅 – EP11 – S4

Tanti SUPEREROI in MOTO tranne ME 😅 – EP11 – S4

But from the Sacra di San Michele, we’ve spared you the entire outskirts of Turin to take you to a crazy place. We’ve just left Venom Monbello, and what’s behind us is the splendid Lake Maggiore. It’s called Lake Maggiore because it’s the largest of the neighboring lakes. In fact, it’s the second largest lake in Italy after Lake Garda, and the second, and deepest, after Lake Como. And an important sharing for you motorcyclists at Venom Monbello. We stayed at the Hotel del Conte with free motorcycle parking. We met someone who left us this little box. Actually, you can see Mount Etna, which has nothing to do with Lake Maggiore, but this is a little gift given to us by Emilio and Adriana, whom we greet. They came from near Biella to hug us, to get to know us, so we really want to say hello. But we say thank you without knowing the contents, and experience teaches us that you should never do that. So, let’s unbox them. They’re delicious. Don’t talk, let’s look. I’m dancing, courier-proof. No, we ruined the box. Come on, come on, we’re ready. My goodness. Emilio, do you want us to die? No, paoe. Now, blood tests before tasting , and then we’ll all do them again together. But to keep things light, I’m going with these guys. Look, I’ll even show you with a white background under the sunlight, like a long video. To understand properly, I have to finish the pork here. No, I helped you. I simply have to support your gastronomic long-windedness. We’re in the North, but objectively, I love Sicily, and thank you, Emilio, for the sugar boost, because driving a bison like that with a pig like that, I can assure you, is not easy. So, someone had to do this test. It was a difficult test, but we passed it. We passed it. Refreshed, we get back in the saddle towards Luino to take a winding road that will take us to Alpe di Neggia. Verbanus Lacus, a name given by the Romans, has historically been an important transport route because goods were loaded onto the Ticino River, transported to Lake Maggiore, arrived in Pavia, and via the P, reached the Adriatic. We are in Luino, a town that reached its peak between the late 1800s and 1900s in the so-called Bellepoc, when they decided to increase public transport between the St. Gotthard Pass and the Mediterranean. Lake Maggiore, which winds between Switzerland and the Italian provinces of Verbano, Cusio, Ossola, and Novara in Piedmont and Varese in Lombardy. And having arrived in Maccagno, we now leave the road that runs along the lake and take numerous curves on the Italian side , becoming a single curve on the Swiss side. Maccagno, which marks the beginning of the Val d’Asca, so Dynamic Pro mode and right turn signal. Here, the road becomes very narrow. It makes me think and hope that there will be very little traffic. Besides the usual hairpin bends, I’ll leave the camera on for you because if you were to drive through here with a camper, be aware that the road is very narrow. You’ll need to take the hairpin bends in first gear, perhaps even letting the bike slide in second. Then, if you encounter a car, you’ll need to shift into first. Meanwhile, we pass through small villages overlooking the immensity. Another village that foreshadows all this: Cadero, the village of mosaics. Obviously, you need to travel with extreme caution because most of the bends are covered, even though the road surface, as you can see, is in pretty good condition. Look at those hairpin bends now. But it’s beautiful to drive through here when it’s 24°C. Perfect temperature, even better without the sun. Another gray village. We wandered around for a moment. We prefer to stop for a bite to eat here in Italy before entering Switzerland for obvious reasons. We’ve chosen an agritourism restaurant. We have a table. We really like the situation because it’s a sort of community. We eat at the same table. We chose, sorry. These are the cabbages from the garden, already seasoned, ready to be tossed. So let’s toss. Anyway, the menu is interesting because I had polenta, wild boar, and chicken, while Sara had polenta with wild boar. So I’m the pig. From now on, call me wild boar. She said it, I didn’t. Chicken sherry and wild boar stew. At least I think it’s clean. But in fact, it’s not all for you, I mean, it’s for everyone. Everyone who? If you’re passing by, don’t even think about it for a second. They told us the polenta is the polenta concia they make with buckwheat flour. So now let’s go try it. Never tried it. I’ll try it too. We arrived too late, so we didn’t get to try the local specialty, but there is one that the owner himself is now explaining to us. Our special polenta is a green polenta called vegetarian polenta. It’s a yellow polenta mixed with a cream of spinach or herbs or Swiss chard, whatever we have in the garden. It’s mixed on the spot, made into a fountain, and a cheese fondue is poured into it, topped with our aged cheese, the autumn version of tricolor polenta. In addition to the one I just described, there are the slices of blanched cotechino. Enjoy your meal. Aren’t you hungry? Yes, again. That said, we’ll just have to come back to try them all. Thanks. Da. The motorbike is still there because this is the parking lot up there where we ate. Anyway, I spent €35 total, including coffee and ice cream for me. I think it could have been done anyway, but there was a set menu with a choice of appetizers, first course, second course, and dessert for €35 each. We spent €35 total for two, obviously eating half because we had Emilio’s desserts. We get back on the road towards Switzerland. I gave the GPS the village of Indemini, I think that’s how it’s pronounced. Anyway, it’s 4.3 km away in Switzerland. Look at this, what a sight. So I turned off the data connection and am navigating with CarPlay thanks to the Google Maps downloaded on my phone in offline mode. The view from the perched villages and past the village of Biegno, we should have reached the Customs House, or rather, the former Customs House, which once divided the Italian province of Varese from Switzerland. Maccagno, in fact, ends with Pino and Vedasca. And even now, it’s still better than the Italian asphalt. See the border on the map? This should already be Swiss territory, with perfect asphalt. Hey, let’s not exaggerate. And Gardrail too. Gne gne gne gne, even dotted lines in the middle, everything closed. Gambarogno indemini. Destination reached, but we’re going to add porlezza. Unable to connect to the internet, but we don’t care. Start it! And now let’s enjoy the Neggia app. Look at the bus with the bike rack, probably five bikes. From here, you can glimpse a glimpse of Lake Maggiore, rising ever higher. We’re almost there. We climb up the mountain and descend the other side of Gambarogno, 1,734 m. And here the endless curves should begin. Look, Antone’s coming back. We’re going under the road we’re on, eh? So I was thinking of doing them uphill while we’re going downhill. We’re taking advantage of the boxer engine brake. The curved apples are actually on the Swiss side, but the Italian side is also very typical, gastronomically speaking. Oh, the asphalt is so ugly. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I don’t have any Swiss country, but we find the G-rail practically everywhere. Muah! And then there are viral videos going around of the Stelvio hairpin bends. But here it’s much, much worse, or rather, on many roads in Piedmont, they’re much, much worse than the Stelvio. You’ll practically have to make a turn. Besides, you’re immersed in greener vegetation than the first part of the OPRE canton, coming from Italy. The nice thing about this road is that in the second part of the hairpin bends, we’re more perpendicular to Lake Maggiore, so the plants no longer obstruct the view. As soon as we enter Vira, a hamlet of Gambarogno, we leave the somewhat unremarkable section that runs along the lake to climb up the Monteeneri Pass again. The anonymity of this area is probably due to the obsessive precision in the arrangement of the plots of land, in the architecture, and it is a precision to which we are no longer accustomed. You should know that in South America many viral videos circulate showing the strange things they do, with the caption: “If you had lived in Switzerland, you would have missed this.” You might see motorcycles carrying mattresses or dogs driving cars. It’s a self-deprecating joke they make, comparing their disorder to the lack of disorder in Switzerland. It’s not a criticism at all; in fact, we should learn a lot from Switzerland. Sometimes it feels like they’re shutting you off. I mean, precision. Now let’s ask our friends who live in Switzerland, Marco, Franco, and Dallas. Let us know, tell us your thoughts. Especially you, but everyone . Maybe write us your thoughts in the comments, we’ll give you a hug, and if you like our content, you know, leave a like. Heading to Lugano to return to Italy soon. Once we reach Lugano, the city center is there, but we’re going to skirt the northern part of the lake. We’re at the highest point in Lugano, and below us is the lake of the same name, a lake which, like Lake Maggiore, is divided between the two countries, Switzerland and Italy. The northeastern part, in fact, with the towns of Porlezza and Osteno, which we’ll soon reach, is Italian, in the province of Como; the southwestern part falls under the province of Varese; and the largest, central part is Switzerland. And we’ve arrived at Customs again. We’re back in Italy, precisely in Valsda. The view on the Italian side is different, completely changed and more familiar again. And at this hour, the light and the lakeside become even more beautiful. We’re 18 km from the Intelvi Valley, which is essentially the valley that connects Lake Lugano with Lake Como. As usual, the most beautiful hour is Porlezza behind us. Being surrounded by these mountains is relaxing and I love it. These are areas where I would live permanently. Now we’ll go up to the left to go to Lake Como because we’ll stop halfway. We’re almost there. We’re passing through the village of Laino. We say goodbye to San Fedele in Telvi with a temperature of 21°C (70°F), and Francesco, who has since run out of batteries in his room, says he’s taken me to a fantastic place tonight. We’ll see. But if it’s true that he booked a beautiful place, what will he have to apologize for? In the last video, we left off with our arrival in Castiglione di Intelvi, but today we’re leaving from a place a little out of our comfort zone. Look at the view! The descent from Castiglione di Intelvi to Argno is breathtaking, offering the first glimpse of Lake Como. We chose to leave from Cernobbio, a small fishing village that enjoyed a rebirth in the 19th century, thanks in part to the renovation of a legendary road. That legendary road is the queen of roads, starting in Como and running all the way to Menaggio. From there, leaving the shores of Lake Como, it climbs up to the Italian border. The road in question is the SS340, a road traditionally traced back to the Lombard Queen Theodolinda, but was actually built by the Romans. Today we intend to travel a substantial portion, at least up to Menaggio, of the very same road, later called the royal road in later centuries, meaning the main road regulated and maintained by the statutes of the municipalities it passed through. And that said, write something to my advantage, because when Sara always says she’d like to go to Versailles, look where I’ve taken her. I admit that Lake Como is an excellent alternative to Versailles. I’m thinking about it. But the thought will last five seconds because we’re now heading north again. Yes, but wait, there’s an apparition here. Yes, but we’ll follow the lake and never, never mind, I might decide to get off. You can’t swim in salt water, so be careful in fresh water. And then there’s a certain… Giorgio is probably deciding to sell his house, so who are you going to hope for? I mean, do you understand the situation? Sara is comparing me to Giorgio. But wouldn’t Giorgio take you around the world with this beast? Yeah, in fact we don’t mention it anymore. Lake Como, which has been declared one of the most beautiful lakes in the world also for the prestigious villas and villages built around its shores. very rich in its surroundings. of marble. Among the special stones quarried here is Moltrasina stone, found in Moltrasio, not far from here, which is limestone and marble limestone. It must be admitted, as we often say, that the beauty of these places is due, yes, to the majestic lakes, but also to the hand of man who created this marvel. We say goodbye to Argno, and while saying goodbye to George, we absolutely cannot help but greet Alessandro, whose surname is Manzoni, who described that branch of Lake Como that extends toward the south, setting his novel The Betrothed near the other branch, the Lecco area. We are at 3 mezzo, famous for its prestigious villas, particularly Villa Carlotta and its botanical museum, filled with plants from around the world. It seems that Villa Carlotta was given by Marianna Nassau to her daughter, Carlotta, precisely on the occasion of her wedding. And the beauty of the Botanical Park is indeed due to Carlotta’s husband, a passionate botanist. We’re in the little square in Menaggio, where the classic SS340 road actually ends because it winds inland, leaving the lakeside where the SS340 DIR, which stands for branch, resumes. Very elegant, Menaggio. So, Como, when I book the next room or the next cove, let me have this car. Thank you. It’s diabolical. This place is diabolical. For now, my mission is to get Sara out of this place , because then Peru, Bolivia, Ecuador, and Colombia will be a distant memory for me. We’re about to cross the Adda River, Lake Como’s main outlet and only outlet, the fourth longest river in Italy after the Po, the Adige, and the Tiber, a tributary of the Pungo and the longest river in Italy that doesn’t flow into the sea, at 313 km long. And after this geography lesson, we head for Morbegno to see the highest Tibetan bridge in Europe. A bridge in the sky, our destination. And let’s go and ride these hairpin bends. The road, as you can see, isn’t very wide, so we absolutely mustn’t overdo it. Here, we can easily do the first one in second gear. Can we do this one in second? We’ll try. Oh my! Okay. Very narrow hairpin bends. And after all the hairpin bends, at the first gear, the Tibetan bridge appears before our eyes, but we climb to the top to reach the entrance. Meanwhile, the festival of Sant’Agostino is taking place here on August 24th. The temperature has dropped to 22°C, 4°C less than in the valley. The path to the bridge entrance is this one below. We can’t go by motorbike, so we choose the air route because it’s the easiest. Yes. Landed quickly and back in the saddle. Now we’ll see you directly in Morbegno. But first, let’s enjoy this view. We stopped for a moment to listen to the silence and admire the strip of land that accompanies the Adda River as it flows into Lake Como. A spectacular valley. Once we’ve disembarked, we head back from the center of Morbegno to climb up to the San Marco Pass. San Marco has opened a 24-ton access road. We’re at our limit with the weight. Another hairpin bend, which we take in second gear and stay in our lane. The first part is narrow, but the asphalt is perfect. You can hear the ACRA rumbling. Small, futile satisfactions. We’ve been on the climb for a while now, and we’re only 620 meters away. Ahead of us is Albaredo per San Marco. As we climb, the asphalt has changed a bit, but it’s still in very good condition. Meanwhile, we push the Cardano to make it wheelie a bit, otherwise the big sister gets bored. The hairpin bends are to be taken in first gear on the enchanting Italian slopes. The temperature has changed dramatically, in fact we’ve dropped to 19°C when in the valley we were at 27°C. For now, in terms of curves, in terms of pure road enjoyment, obviously I’m going full throttle and in maximum safety, at least for my abilities, but I have to admit I’m really enjoying it. Look here, suddenly everything has opened up. There’s one more tree. Here’s the road from above. And welcome to the San Marco Pass. Change of province. We leave Sondrio for Bergamo, 1,992 m above sea level. We’re now descending from the pass that connects Valtellina to Val d’Orcia. Brembana, Passo San Marco, so called because this road was built by the Serenissima, then the Republic of Venice, to increase trade and thus the valley’s economy thanks to the Swiss valleys. It’s a beautiful pass, absolutely splendid. If you’re on a motorbike, definitely do it. And on the other side too, as you can see, perfect asphalt. Then today, Monday, there’s practically no traffic. Look at the descent, too, it’s not bad. Since we’re using engine braking, the smell of the brakes is definitely coming from the car in front of us, especially since the gradient is 15%. The slopes give a good idea of ​​the gradient. Come on, leave those brakes to the driver. Is it a man or a woman? Let’s take a guess. From the hair. It looks like a woman, but I don’t want to give anything away. It’s a woman. Hey, I didn’t say anything now, but let’s use the engine braking. Guys, I use the engine braking a lot because with the heavy bike I don’t want to stress the brakes, but above all I want them to last as long as possible. We’re in Mezzoldo, even at the end. It’s beautiful, the speed limit is 60, but just letting the bike roll is still fun. We need to go to San Pellegrino Terme, the Brembo River flows right next to us, San Giovanni Bianco which, as the sign says, is the town of Harlequin. Harlequin. That’s where Harlequin came from. Maybe you’ve always wondered. Beautiful town. So we can start with the classic question, “But where are we taking you?” I’ll take a guess. I think a lot of people know this place. But we’ll arrive in the town of the famous San Pellegrino Terme waters, of course. And here is the center of San Pellegrino Terme. We’re stopping here because, in theory, this is our facility . Let’s go ask why it should have motorcycle parking. Good job, big sister. Good morning from San Pellegrino Terme. What you hear flowing to my right is the Brembo River. We are in the province of Bergamo, famous for its spas, but internationally for its water. San Pellegrino water is among the most prestigious and high-quality in the world. The history of San Pellegrino begins around the 1840s, when the beneficial qualities of the water from the mountains surrounding San Pellegrino Terme, the Orobie Alps, were discovered . Leonardo da Vinci even spoke of the quality of its waters, but the town was still unknown at the time. In 1899, the water plant opened in San Pellegrino, and in 1902, construction began on the Grand Hotel behind me. Didn’t know it. Didn’t know to it. Could see the until you had enough, say goodbye. Wish I could go back to where we started. That I could find a way to regret that I let you go. I got so wish I could go back to what we were that I Super.

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