Jane, my GPS has been loosing her English. The Sexty Fear is the name of the road which I know as the Atlantic road. Sexty Fear is how she now says 64. Worse still Vatta and I are learning our Norwegian from her. We now use Norweglish!!
The Atlantic road is one of those must drive biker roads. It is a small section of the journey between Kristiansund and Molde, a real feat of engineering. Bridges linking tiny islets out into the Atlantic. Some of these Bridges are short but high, allowing ships to pass. There is a Wow around every corner. If you are out this way on two wheels, the Atlantic road is a must have. The whole length has only been open a couple of years.
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I mentioned a Swedish biker, Bjorn last time, and his help when I was exhausted on the road south. This day I repaid him. On my way into Kritiansund I saw him standing listless beside his BMW at a closed filling station. I waved, he waived back but didn't look too good. I slowed, and pulled a very showy "U ey" and went back to him. He was in the same shape I had been the previous day. The station was closed so no coffee. No problem. I had a flask of hot strong English tea. Not his drink, but today it was welcome. Once he was revived enough we rode together, me keeping an eye on him, until we reached a ferry across a Fjord. Saturday services gave us a long rest, and at last the coffee he wanted. He continued on the Alesund with me waving goodbye, turning for Kristiansund and the beginning of the Atlantic road.
A very tired Bjorn.
According to Jane our next road is the Sexty Today ??
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