The Italian Lake District (and Liguria)

[Orson]

team orson managed to get one last ride in before winter's icey tendrils gripped the Italian landscape. We decided to stay close to home and explore the Italian Lake district in the foothills of the Alps. After retrieving my Guzzi from Moto Guareschi in Parma, we made our way north via the backroads under sunny blue skies.

The first lake encountered would be Lake Garda. The southern end of the lake is a bit touristy, including the kitschy Gardaland, an italian takeoff on Disneyland. However, once you head north along the lake shore, you encounter many quaint villages, some with their own medievel castles.

Stopping for a leisurely lunch at the town of Garda on the east side of the lake.



Climbing up into the hills that surround the lake provide a better view.



At the north end of the lake, in the town of Arco, stands the imposing 12th century Castello di Arco.



Heading south on the western shore of Lake Garda, the road spends half the time cutting thru tunnels due to the steep cliffs.



The plan had been to head west towards Lake Como. However, at a gas stop in the town of Storo, just west of Lake Garda, the Goose began running on one cylinder. Fortunately, there was a car/motorcycle garage right across the street. The mechanic couldn't do anything for me, but offered to load up the bike in his truck and take me to the Guzzi dealer in Rovereto. :thumbsup:

I found a hotel room for the night and returned to the Guzzi shop the next morning. As they weren't making any headway, they offered to let me take a new Moto Guzzi V7 for a ride. never one to turn down a free test ride, I jumped on it before they had any second thoughts. I headed southeast from Rovereto on SS46 thru the Passo Piani di Fugazzi. This is quite a spectacular pass with freshly paved tarmac and the little Guzzi performed admirably. Unfortunately, it had no place for my camera, so no pictures

Returning to Rovereto, they were still having no luck diagnosing the Guzzi's electrical problem. With the weekend looming, I didn't want to be stranded, so I called Mr. Guareschi to come rescue me, since I was only 2 hours from Parma. For those who haven't heard of him, Papa Guareschi is to Moto Guzzi as Pops Yoshimura was to Suzuki

Returning me and my Guzzi to Parma in his van, and seeing the next day was a Sunday, he kindly offered me the use of his new Moto Guzzi Stelvio. Top bloke :thumbsup: I stayed in Parma the night before continuing my vacation the following day.

Not willing to lose any more precious time, I blasted north to Lake Como via la autostrada. Lake Como is the spiritual home to Guzzisti the world over. Every Guzzisti is required by his faith to make the pilgrimage to Lake Como at least once in his lifetime

Heading north to Bellagio





Lake Como is shaped like an upside down Y with the idyllic town of Bellagio at the tip of a peninsula where the Y comes together. I arrived on a Sunday afternoon and Bellagio was bustling wth day trippers from Milan, including a wide assortment of bikers.



I also saw quite a noticeable contingent of Harley riders. Not the wannabe badasses seen in North America. These were the style with the wide beach bars. I call them George Clooney clones, as Mr. Clooney has been known to partake on the Lake Como roads on his Harley from his nearby villa.

An Aston Martin Vantage V-12 is like honey to a bear for Italians



The following morning, I hop on one of the numerous ferries to Menaggio on the western shore. Looking back at Bellagio off the ferry stern, the good weather was still staying with me.



I follow the old road north along the lake.



From Menaggio, I continue west to Lake Lugano. Italy shares Lake Lugano with Switzerland, however, wanting to avoid border crossing delays and snooty Swiss border guards, I decide to stay in Italy. I trace the southern shore of Lake Lugano before heading south into the hills between Lake Lugano & Lake Como.

October is a wonderful time to visit Italy. Most of the tourists have gone home, leaving the roads and the sites relatively traffic free. A soft, autumnal light caresses the landscape giving everything a portrait quality.

Climbing the road into the hills with Lake Lugano in the background.



Tiny villages cling to mountainsides.



The further I got into the hills, the narrower, the road became. It was probably a good thing I was on the Stelvio, as the road became a veritable goat path. I know Tim likes his goat trails, so this shot is for him



After about 20 kilometers of this, I finally made it over the ridgeline and began decending with Lake Como stretching out below me. Typical narrow streets encountered in the small mountain villages. Yes, trucks and busses pass this way.



With the sun sinking in the west, I tried to capture an image of the steep Lake Como hillside near the town of Pigra. Apologies for the poor lighting.



This was the best shot I could get of the road that clings to the lake shore near the town of Argegno.



Making my way back to Menaggio, it's late afternoon by the time I hop on a ferry back to my hotel in Bellagio. Approaching Bellagio on the ferry.



You'd be hardpressed to find a lovlier village than Bellagio...

Narrow shopping street in Bellagio.



A park and a weir at the tip of the Bellagio peninsula looking west towards Menaggio.



Another narrow alleyway opens up onto a view of the lake.



A quiet lakeside cafe



I head south towards Lecco at dusk to capture the image of the road carved from rock. Apologies for the poor lighting. The ever-suffering team orson photographer continues to whine that he can't work with inferior equipment.



Another ferry approaches Bellagio. The ferry service is quite efficient as I never had to wait more than 15 minutes to catch one. The Italians love for speed is evident in the super cool hydrofoils that ply the lakes.



Disclaimer: team orson regrets having to post these images of rampant hedonism. It is hoped that by publishing these images, we can better understand the mindset of the hedonist.





Sunset over Lake Como from the hotel balcony.



Watching the news, it is evident that a emminent cold front is approaching from northern Europe and bringing rain with it. team orson is forced to make an executive decision and drop down south to a defensive line along the Ligurian coast. The next morning still has blue skies, so we make time for a quick dash eastward via Varese, skirting Lake Varese to the Lake Maggiore ferry crossing at Laveno.

Crossing Lake Maggiore looking towards Verbania on the opposite shore.



Staying ahead of the cold front, we follow the western shore of the lake heading southwards to Arona, before jumping onto la autostrada for a quick 3 hour dash to the Ligurian coast.

The Isola Borromee are a trio of islands that has ornate gardens and palaces built by the Borromee family since the 1650s.



Regarding the Lake District as a motorcycling destination, in all honesty, the roads aren't conducive to sport riding. The roads are very twisty with lots of traffic and few places to pass, even for a motorcycle. There are few roads inland from the lakes, as the mountain terrain is so steep. Mr. Clooney's idea of cruising around on a Harley make more sense. If you can't go fast, you may as well go slow and enjoy the lush views.

Approaching Genoa on the coast, I find myself tiring of the autostrada and beat a quick exit for a road following the coastline in the hills above Genoa. It turns out to be a fortuitous decision as the road turns out to be a freshly paved supermotard track. Unfortunately it's a track that contains four-wheeled competitors so care must be taken on blind curves



I have to say...Gawd, I love Italian riding :inlove: Motorcycles can get away with anything short of murder and cops just look the other way You pass where you want, when you want and nobody honks at you. Solid white lines are meaningless. There were times when I would fall back into American riding, trundling along behind slower traffic, only to be buzzed by a sweet young thing on her moped :

I'm old enough now where my manhood isn't threatened by such things. In one town a young thang zipped by me, while waving to a friend she saw. At least she wasn't texting and waving. I stayed behind her on the narrow road to Portofino. Coming around one corner, we met a bus that took up most of the road, leaving a three foot gap between the bus and a wall of granite. Miss moped didn't bat an eyelash, kept the throttle pinned and shot the gap between the bus and the wall. :eek: I stayed in her mirrors just to preserve my masculinity :

Approaching the coast overlooking the town of Santa Margherita.



I decide to head for the quaint, if touristy village of Portofino and find a hotel that can make a martini. I strike paydirt, scoring a nice hotel near the mouth of the harbor.

The road leading to Portofino.



Last time I visited Portofino was in May of 2002 and I had gotten a bad vibe from the place from the rampant tourism. In October, it was a different story. With the throngs of tourists gone, you could almost squint and imagine what a lovely place it once was.





My plan to escape the rain had worked, as I had awoken to overcast skies, but no rain. After the funfilled supermotard track of the previous day, I decided to head up into the Ligurian hills and explore. I was finally encountering some motorbike worthy roads.



I came away very impressed with the hills around Genoa. I must make it a point to explore this region with more thoroughness

The final day on the road dawned with cloudy skies yet again, but the clouds had yet to unleash their damp revenge. After a leisurely breakfast with one last dossage of Italian cappuccinos, I head towards Parma across the autumn-hued Appenine range.



Trip route:





Trip summary:

Mileage: uhmmm...I lost track. Maybe close to 2000 km in 8 days.
Carabinieri encounters: 1
Puckers: 1 (sand in curve)
Bee stings: 0

[OldPete]

Great pics and well written ride report.

Carabinieri encounter? Did-ja get cited?

Only break down on my '79 Goose was a coil went bad, developed an open in the secondary.
Please let us know the resolve was with the Le Mans.

Pictar i've been saving for you...
(prolly saving the stock seat from wet weather)

[Orson]

Originally Posted by OldPete

Great pics and well written ride report.

Carabinieri encounter? Did-ja get cited?

Only break down on my '79 Goose was a coil went bad, developed an open in the secondary.
Please let us know the resolve was with the Le Mans.

They don't pull you over for speeding there. They usually just wait at the side of the road, then hold up their red lollipop, then ask to see your papers.

That's what happened to me in Bellagio when they pulled a handful of bikes over. One biker started raising such a ruckus, they let the rest of us go

As far as the bike...yep, it was a coil gone bad

[mattswgn]

Great pics and trip writeup. I know what to start saving my nickels for now. What a great experience.

[meskie]

Another great ride and report Will ,
well done any more coming this year

Awsome pic,s

[obsidian]

Impressive ride report. Thanks!

[viffergyrl]

This brought some great memories of my trips to Italy. First trip included visits to the two areas mentioned here, although we were south of Portofino in Cinca Terra and just in time for the Lemon Festival (first week of June). We would usually go in May to catch the last bit of low season rates and before the tourist crush of summer started.

I was one of the drivers for the trip and I remember thinking... wow would love to ride these roads on a motorcycle. Just haven't scraped the euros together to do it just yet.

We left Cinca Terra and explored the Lake region just a for half a day (yes too little). Agree that once you're north of Garda things are less touristy (and as a stealth tourist/vistor, I don't want to be around them either!) Want to know where the locals eat etc...

The pictures are wonderful (in spite of the whining of the team orson photographer ); they evoke powerful memories and whet the desire.

[timperry]

Will, Your Italian Steed is so daunting and haunting in Your pictures, if that isn't like hooking up to a I-V in a hospital to get Your blood pumping, I don't know what better medicine or Therepy there is for mortals like Us... Your and John RULE... thanks for the great Travels for US... Tim Perry, now back to drooling over the Pics