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Submitted by Tiffany on 5 March, 2010 - 15:36
From the palm trees beside the Med, we made up for lost time and headed straight up into the hills and mountains at top speed. With a POV camera fixed onto the handlebars focussed on my face to capture every grimace I make as I skim through patches of gravel or glare at passing cars who were getting too close for comfort. The sheer number and variety of shots is amazing in the time we've had. The crew even managed to catch one of my wildlife misadventures in the shape of a close encounter with a goat, luckily being wise to their reckless ways I was ready with the emergency stop.
We negotiated countless twisting mountain bends as we got closer to the snowline which we were destined not to reach - this was a disaapointment to me but probably on reflection no bad thing as I was getting a bit chilly. Gerbing had sent my new heated clothing and gloves with Matt (the director) when he flew out to join us from Seattle. Unfortunately his bags didn't make it. Hmmm, that is now a 100% record I have for luggage getting "mislaid" coming out of Seattle. The lost bag was a bitter blow as I had been looking forward to the warmth of new heated gloves. I must add that it was even more of a blow for Matt who ended up having to wear the same clothes for five days.
Late afternoon we reached a picturesque dam and a scenic causeway where I sped off with the words "go as fast as you like" ringing in my ears, I don't think they appreciated just how fast a GS can go - and I had been told to pass by close to the camera, all contributing to a few more collective grey hairs for the crew.
Final shot for the day was to be the rounding of a hill as I reached the coast once more to find a spellbiding panorama spread out before me of the sun setting behind islands dotted on the blue sea. Except as the others all sped off around the bend to get into position, I turned the key in the ignition to hear an ominous clicking sound- yep, the bike wouldn't start. I think it was the only point all day that the whole team had set off before me and I was now left with a very heavy bike to push up to the brow of the hill, looking on the bright side I could no longer complain of feeling chilly as the sweat poured off me in my mammoth effort.
I just about made it and jumped on board for the downhill bump start, eventually catching up with the others who were beginning to wonder if I had become camera shy.
A relaxing night in a beachside hotel in Kalkan, where I was amazed (and annoyed) to find mosquitoes buzzing around my head at 2.30am. I thought it was still winter.