20 Years of CMG: The European tour

Costa still talks about the fantastic riding he experienced back in 2010, when he took an escorted motorcycle tour through the European Alps with his partner, Roxanne. It established lasting friendships for him, and also spoiled him for riding on wonderful mountain roads.

He told us the story of the tour and we all were envious, but those mountain passes are all covered in snow now and the bikes are confined to the lowlands. In most of Europe, few motorcyclists store their machines in the wintertime, even in the snowy bits.

But today, for 20 Years of CMG, sit back and enjoy one of the best fancy-schmancy touring stories we’ve published, and start thinking about the coming spring. -Ed.

The BMW R1200 GS in one of its many natural habitats, beside Misurina Lake in northern Italy.

I guess you can say I have the opposite of a bucket list. Not a list of things I’d like to get done before kicking the proverbial bucket — the risk of having unfulfilled dreams is just too great with that formula — rather a list of things I did, that I never thought I’d actually do!

An anti-bucket list of sorts.

I began compiling this list several years ago, the first item being a change of career from mechanic to what I now do. Soon after that came a ride on a MotoGP machine, a truly rare opportunity that very few riders will ever experience, I being the last person to imagine it possible. But it happened.

More recently, my anti-bucket list grew, though this time the content was much more accessible – the high Alps.

I’ve heard the European Alps referred to as the Mecca of motorcycling, the rider’s Shangri-La, but until I actually rode through this mountainous region of Europe, I had no idea just how much the rugged landscape was two-wheel suited.

My ticket to this terrestrial motorcycling heaven came via the High Alpine Tour, one of numerous motorcycle tours offered by Edelweiss Bike Travel.

Costa and Roxanne are ready to ride!

Edelweiss tours include the motorcycle, lodging in modest to very nice hotels located conveniently in city centres, breakfast and dinner (there are a couple of midday picnics included), as well as the route and tour guides.

Tour prices vary depending on the motorcycle chosen and single or shared occupancy (they start at $2,800 U.S.), though you’d likely be wise to spring for single occupancy, as one rider in our group discovered after sharing a room with a chronic snorer!

You provide airfare, fuel, the occasional meal and incidentals.

My girlfriend Roxanne and I were part of a group of 22 tour participants from Germany, Canada, the United States, Brazil and Venezuela who took part on the six-day tour that took us from Munich, Germany, through Austria, Italy, Liechtenstein, Switzerland and back to Munich – a distance of 1,600 glorious kilometres.

The High Alpine Tour route traversed some of the most scenic regions of the Alps.

Being that the High Alpine Tour was graded as “tough” on the Edelweiss website and guaranteed challenging riding along narrow, winding mountain passes riddled with switchbacks, my chosen steed for the deed was a 2010 BMW R1200GS, equipped with ESA and hard saddlebags and top case.

The tour group was split into two to make it more manageable for the tour guides, and though I usually balk at the thought of riding in groups of more than four bikes, after meeting our eclectic bunch it was clear that the ride would be much more entertaining if we flocked.

Speedy 1 and Speedy 2 rode with the grace of fighter pilots.

Among the colourful bunch was Rich, an outspoken architect from New Jersey, who carried ice in a cooler on his bike to make sure his cola was cold when we stopped for a break. In fact, he made sure everything he drank was ice cold, including his evening lager, which he also iced – to the bewilderment of more than a few barkeepers.

Then there was Chick, a portly train engineer from Nebraska with a hearty laugh and a passing resemblance to Jerry Garcia, who’s business card boldly listed services rendered, including such rare specialities like kingdoms overthrown, couches broken-in, and my favourite, virgins cured.

Yup, I was definitely going to ride with this group, a decision I did not regret as we gelled immediately and lasting friendships were formed.

Tour guide Markus (right) talks with Lothar, a smooth and swift rider from the former East Germany.

Markus Hellrigl, Edelweiss’ senior tour guide, has 17 years of caring for his “little ducklings” (as he refers to riders in his charge) under his belt. Hellrigl, an Austrian, is a windburned former U.N. peacekeeper with an infectious personality.

The crow’s feet flanking his eyes are either evidence of a life spent outdoors squinting in the bright sunlight or a product of his constant laughter; either way he’s an affable gentleman with endless travel stories – and he’s a hell of a good rider.

No less enthusiastic were his partners, Andy Bucher and Alan Magnoni, all three men leading the daily rides more like riding buddies than tour guides.


Leaving Munich we headed south towards our introduction to the Alps, Austria’s Grossglockner Pass.

Weather took a quick turn for the worse along the Grossglockner High Alpine Road. Riders were told to expect a bit of everything from Mother Nature and pack accordingly.

Hellrigl told us the Hohe Tauern mountain range, which includes the Grossglockner (at 3,798 metres it’s Austria’s highest mountain), acts as a continental weather divide – weather to the north, temperate and comfy; weather to the south, cold and wet. I took his word for it when I saw him slip into his rain gear at the top of the pass and did the same.

Sure enough, as we descended the Grossglockner High Alpine Road it was as if someone hit the “change season” switch and the temperature plummeted into the single digits and rain began to fall. Fortunately it was about the only rain we encountered on the tour.

The High Alpine Tour wouldn’t be tough if it didn’t include several mountain passes. The most memorable — and challenging — of them was the Stelvio Pass located along the Italian/Swiss border.

If you’ve never ridden switchbacks, you’ll return from the tour an expert (lower Stelvio Pass, Italy).

Before long my arms were pumped and tingling, and despite temperatures in the low teens Celsius I busted a sweat that soaked my riding gear from the inside. I frantically tugged and pushed at the GS’s handlebar, wringing its throttle on short straights and hammering the brakes before hairpin turns.

Approaching from the north, it took 48 gruelling switchbacks — some so tight you could catch a glimpse of your own taillight — to climb the 1,870 metres to the crest of the pass. Once there, I stopped and glanced over a stone barrier at the impossibly convoluted strip of asphalt below. I felt triumphant. I had conquered Passo dello Stelvio, the second-highest mountain pass in the Alps.

The Passo dello Stelvio is an Alpine landmark. Speeds are low but physical exertion is high.

Up top were parked dozens of motorcycles, their riders mingling and sharing their own Stelvio experiences. Local vendor, Bruno grilled sausages from his cart, and for five euro served them up in a bun with sauerkraut and mustard – a succulent reward for a very successful ascent.

Another memorable place is an area in Italy known as the Dolomites where we took a mid-tour rest day at the town of Bolzano. Monolithic, jagged and barren, the mountains looked like they erupted skyward at a time when the planet was an angrier place. If you were to picture the Alps in your mind without ever having experienced them in person, it is the Dolomites that your imagination would conjure up.

Lago di Misurina with the Tre Cime (three peaks) in the background.

Part of the allure of such a tour was the unpredictability of the experiences we encountered, and in Bolzano I experienced a rather improbable coincidence.

During dinner on a terrace a few of us were discussing the merits of the BMW R1200GS and the Ducati Multistrada 1200, both among the machines included in the tour. As we discussed ABS, traction control and wheel sizes, another patron of the restaurant approached and introduced himself as Stefano Ciuti.

Ciuti, who was also on a motorcycle vacation, had taken a keen interest in our conversation; he was an engineer working for Ducati in Bologna. As part of the Multistrada 1200 design team, he developed the bike’s engine management system, which we discussed with much praise – to his obvious delight.


Riding the High Alps will have you tied in knots, with winding passes barely a car wide and scenery that fights to pull your attention from the task at hand: negotiating them.

You should also prepare to experience a motorcycling culture shock. Europeans are very receptive to motorcyclists, especially in the Alps where the enticing geography and serpentine roads offer an alternative form of tourism for the summer months, when ski hills are lush and green.

Retired CZ 175 adorns a biker-friendly lodge.

You will often find signs proclaiming Motorbikers Willkommen in front of hotels and bars, sometimes accompanied by some form of motorcycle art, like the retired pre-war CZ 175 hanging from the rafters of the lodge at Passo di Falzarego in the Dolomites.

And maybe the biggest revelation of them all: automobile drivers respect and watch out for motorcycles. Well, mostly – one tour bus seemed intent to not let us pass, wandering over the centreline whenever someone tried to make a pass.

After several minutes of this stupidity, Rich pulled out from behind me, wound up the Multistrada 1200 he was riding and blew past the bus. After pulling in front of it, the ballsy New Jerseyan slowed to a crawl allowing the rest of us to pass the chugging roadblock. Score: Rich 1; tour bus 0.

The scenery constantly fights to take your attention from riding.

An Edelweiss tour offers challenging riding, scenery that will occupy several gigabytes on your camera’s memory card, unforgettable moments, and the opportunity to make new friends.

And those friendships crossed the Atlantic after the tour, too. Those of us living in the northeast; Erik and Francois from Montreal, Rick and Sheryl from Ipswich, Massachusetts and Alan and Peter (nicknamed Speedy 1 and Speedy 2 for their gracefully quick synchronized riding) from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and Roxanne and I, met at Francois’ chateau (Ludwig II would be envious) in October for a High Alpine Tour reunion.

The four U.S. riders rode up through a snowstorm in Vermont to meet with us. Plans are in the works for some of us to ride down to Deal’s Gap in the spring, where we’ll meet up with Tom from Atlanta, Georgia.

King Ludwig II lived here, clearly modelled after Chateau Francois in Montreal.

If an Edelweiss tour of the high Alps sounds like the ideal motorcycling vacation, well it almost is.

I did, however, uncover one major flaw in the Edelweiss formula, and this only after returning to eastern Canada, where the sudden absence of switchbacks, mountain passes, Alpine vistas and smooth Bavarian lager triggered a withdrawal that gave me cold sweats and made my stomach churn.

I vote that Edelweiss fund a support group for High Alpine Tour veterans – to help them cope with their return to reality. Or maybe it’s time to start saving for my next fix.


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