Riding with my brother through the streets and green landscapes of Werdenberg, Grabs, Buchs and Lichtenstein with 120 kilometers per hour might not be a very clever thing to do, especially when there’s a police jeep coming your way. But given that we were lucky and the cops were more busy eating donuts than watching out for speeders and considering the incredible rush of adrenalin pumping through your veins, the unique mountain and hillside scenery, the curvy roads and the beautiful weather, it was one hell of a ride that is to be repeated soon. By the way: My brother says that it’s fun riding the motorbike with me because I adapt easily to the movements of the bike and the curves. His words were: “You’re not stiff as a tree!” But I’m telling you: I have to work on relaxing these rear end muscles for sure if I want to enjoy the longer bike trips ahead of us .

Guns n’ Roses: Sweet Child of mine (Appetite for Destruction)