The going was all good as we climbed, enjoying the views and the increasingly dramatic road. That was until a Volvo decided to stop mid-turn, with me directly behind it and nowhere else to go. So I did what I could and stepped off the bike, leaving it to gently rest on its side at turn 6. Thankfully, it was nothing serious. Just a scratch, and the bike was sitting there with its wheels in the air! It could have been a lot worse.

And yes... Seven grown men pretended they were the Von Trapp family and sang “The Hills Are Alive…” What a laugh! There are moments on a motorcycle tour that you know you'll still be talking about years later. This was definitely one of them. It's not all about chasing the perfect mountain road or ticking off famous landmarks. Sometimes it's simply about having a great group of people together, doing daft things and enjoying the experience.