Three thousand odd miles and four weeks later and we are here; the secret reason I wanted to come to Europe. The SPA-Franchorchamps Formula 1 race in Belgium. There are almost two-dozen F1 races around the world, but this pucker-up circuit is known among race fans as one of the original Real Men circuits (Nurburgring, IOM, Silverstone. and Monza when it still had banking are the others). I’ve come here to sit at only one corner among its 20: Eau Rouge.
Tucked away in the Arden forest in Belgium, close to the German border, SPA is close to nothing other than hills, forest and small farms. No big towns, heck there aren’t even any mid-size towns close by, yet some 300,000 people will crawl over hill and dale to get here this weekend. I know as we’ve all been on the same one lane road for three hours either getting here, or leaving. Getting here is painful, and I’m not talking about the plane, train, and motorcycle rides to get here. No, it’s the last 20 kilometers that will kill you.
Even Karen admits that my selection of the Horchem Hotel in Monschau, Germany was a master stroke on my part. Apart from the three hour journey to the race track, this place is PICTURESQUE. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. The most important thing about our Hotel is its location (in the center of town right on the river) and the fact it has the only kitchen that’s open late… all the way to 10PM! It is chocked full of people morning till night.
Here’s what our stay at SPA and surrounds looked like.
As we slide into the second month of our European Motorcycle Summer we look north to the Netherlands and eventually crossing the Channel via the Chunnel.
More as it happens.