Sometimes I hear voices in my head when I’m riding down unknown roads on the #OlympusBackRoads tour. It’s usually Serena, the robot woman in my GPS, through the speakers in my helmet. Her attempts at pronouncing names of Norwegian places can be amusingly confusing, but she’s perfectly politely clear when I head down what looks like a photogenic shortcut: “Turn around when possible”. I tend to ignore her, and she tends to be right.
With very few exceptions, motorcycles don’t have reverse gears. When that appealingly scenic road becomes an appallingly narrow path of half-frozen mud, turning around can become an interesting exercise. Chances are, sooner or later I’ll drop the bike on one of these excursions into the unknown; chances are the fun will be worth the hassle; and chances are I’ll never admit it.