Table of contents
- From Wroclaw to Stuttgart with Eastern Bloc classics XXL Challenge Poland, part 2
- Jasmin Krause (camerawoman)
- Jorg Lohse (the fear-Lohse)
- Klaus Herder (Paranoia Herder)
- Markus Biebricher (Rocket Bibi)
- Pre-start in Wroclaw – goat terror
- The race continues – final unction?
- Pannonia ade, Panigale ole!
- Trio Infernals
- The conclusion – on a cuddle course?
- Info
markus-jahn.com
36 pictures
markus-jahn.com
1/36
Jasmin Krause captures everything with the camera: tears simply work better on moving images.
markus-jahn.com
2/36
Last year only without a chain, then he was still rid of the bike. Comeback as the fear-wage.
markus-jahn.com
3/36
The previous year’s winner is of course always the hunted. His goal for 2016: winner of hearts.
markus-jahn.com
4/36
2015 after a furious start. 2016 with new parts for sure victory.
markus-jahn.com
5/36
WSK 125.
markus-jahn.com
6/36
Romet Ogar 200.
markus-jahn.com
7/36
Ducati 1199 Panigale.
Jorg Lohse
8/36
Actually, everything started quite harmlessly with a little check.
Klaus Herder
9/36
It is not yet clear which is the funny replacement vehicle.
Klaus Herder
10/36
Payload? But rather a rough guide, Mr. Gendarme.
markus-jahn.com
11/36
Yes – madness. Even at the classic Breslau sliding start, the Czech bull simply did not want to gallop off.
markus-jahn.com
12/36
Oldie Pope Piotr from Breslau has it all: Indian from 1916, Rommel’s desert BMW. What is Bibi buying? 30 year old new product.
markus-jahn.com
13/36
Key scene: the ignition pin is new. Did the Furcht-Lohse get a completely new value chain from Motocykl-Jacek??
markus-jahn.com
14/36
One cylinder: Last year’s winner Pannonia under full steam.
markus-jahn.com
15/36
Two strokes: the starting line-up starts with a new mix.
markus-jahn.com
16/36
Three men: Paranoia-Herder, Raketen-Bibi and Furcht-Lohse set off on a journey into the unknown with unlimited optimism.
markus-jahn.com
17/36
The race goes on…
Jorg Lohse
18/36
Beer? Write the most beautiful stories…
Klaus Herder
19/36
Times without faxing. If the WSK twitches, Lohse looks stupid out of the laundry.
Klaus Herder
20/36
Race analysis: Bibi calculates relentlessly. But the hair is nice.
markus-jahn.com
21/36
The rear light, lectures Herr Herder, is the heart of a moped…
markus-jahn.com
22/36
…unscrews it quickly from the Pannonia, presses it on the Duc’s nose and pushes itself back into the race on Pannonia II.
markus-jahn.com
23/36
Respect for the Ruhrpott racer: On difficult downhill sections, Raketen-Bibi and his Romet conquer the top of the field in an almost life-denying line choice despite completely hardened original tires.
Klaus Herder
24/36
When setting up the drivers, you pay attention to a balanced diet.
Klaus Herder
25/36
Dear clippers, take a look: This is how the good travel motifs also succeed.
markus-jahn.com
26/36
On a cuddle course?
27/36
That was the route.
28/36
For orientation…
markus-jahn.com
29/36
All over?
markus-jahn.com
30/36
Nope, the XXL Challenge 2017 is already in the warm-up phase…
markus-jahn.com
31/36
Madness has a second part…
markus-jahn.com
32/36
Rise of the failed: the XXL comeback of Bibi and Lohse.
markus-jahn.com
33/36
Crash of a diva: How Herder wanted to drive to victory again.
Markus Biebricher
34/36
Poetry and Truth: In this case it is true that the pannonia did not want to hold tight.
Tear-off MOTOCYCL 10_2015
35/36
Motocykl readers know more. And find the thief of the value chain. thank you very much!
Jorg Lohse
36/36
Shortly before leaving for Wroclaw, Doc Snyder’s Pannonia Racing team tries to fathom the secret set-up of the Jawa.
to travel
From Wroclaw to Stuttgart with Eastern Bloc classics
From Wroclaw to Stuttgart with Eastern Bloc classics
XXL Challenge Poland, part 2
The madness repeats itself. Three men, three machines, one mission: With motorcycles from the Eastern Bloc from MOTORRAD’s founding place in Breslau to Stuttgart. Race tactics: arrive. No matter how. But again everything is going differently than planned.
Markus Biebricher, Klaus Herder, Jasmin Krause, Jorg Lohse
08/04/2016
to travel
XXL-Challenge Poland, 1st part
Birthday purchases for 1000 euros
read more
Jasmin Krause (camerawoman)
markus-jahn.com
Captures everything with the camera: tears simply work better on moving images.
Let’s turn back time a year. My colleagues spontaneously ransacked the editorial office to laugh at three scruffy Eastern ladies in Poland. Typical midlife crisis. The rest is no secret. Humiliated, the Challenger shuffled back to Stuttgart. But a call from the Polish police changed everything. The WSK is back and the tough competition is going into the second round. I just can’t miss that. And so that I have something to laugh about longer, my camera is of course with me everywhere. So then, men, attack!
Buy complete article
From Wroclaw to Stuttgart with Eastern Bloc classics
XXL Challenge Poland, part 2
16 pages) as PDF
€ 2.00
Buy now
Jorg Lohse (the fear-Lohse)
markus-jahn.com
Last year only without a chain, then he got rid of the bike. Comeback as the fear wage.
Of course, the theft of the VAC last year hit my Polish DNA deeply (after all, grandma comes from Katowice). On the other hand, it was clear to me that the thief only grabbed it because he saw genuine quality goods at the bus stop. On the other hand, he would have pushed the Hungarian cucumber from Paranoia-Herder and Bibi’s Czech Geraffel after us as far as Stuttgart. And of course I knew that the Polish government would do everything to fix the recently shaky network of relationships with Angie & Co with the recovery of the motorcycle to stabilize sustainably. It was exactly the same: The search advertisement from our Polish MOTOCYKL colleagues led gendarme Stanislaw W. to track down the dishonorable crook Tomasz S. – zack, WSK back, case solved. On the other hand, the hopeless cases of Messrs Biebricher and Herder, who were supposed to bring the screwing guild in the MOTORRAD workshop to white heat, were completely different. And then they also wanted to make me fuzzy: “Bring your WSK up to scratch!” Why then, the thief has been put into motion. It works, colleagues!
Klaus Herder (Paranoia Herder)
markus-jahn.com
The previous year’s winner is of course always the hunted. His goal for 2016: winner of hearts.
Just as a reminder: which motorcycle made it to the start of the MOTORRAD site in Wroclaw in 2015? Right, my Pannonia! And which motorcycle was the only one to enter the race? Also right: the Pannonia! As a precaution, colleague Lohse had the machine stolen, and Bibi put forward flimsy electrical problems in order to be able to spend the first official day of driving in the warm van. So it’s no wonder that my beloved 250cc was fed up after a while and joined the two losers with a piston jamming. In their home town of Stuttgart, the management of Snyder-Tuning personally took care of the device, but unfortunately mistook the work order “get ready to drive” with the goal of “full restoration” – which inevitably led to a certain delay. Free – screwdriver geniuses need such creative freedom. Of course, Lohse made it super easy for himself and had the allegedly recovered VAC exchanged for new goods in a night-and-day campaign. And Bibi? I wanted to make a rocket out of a cucumber.
Markus Biebricher (Rocket Bibi)
markus-jahn.com
2015 after a furious start. 2016 with new parts for sure victory.
Success is not only based on luck, faith and chance, but also on planning and energy. That is why I have dealt with my Jawa over and over again throughout the past year: mentally, mentally and physically. Lohse, on the other hand, cold-heartedly left his VAC to rot in a Polish backyard. Meanwhile, Herder’s Hungarian goulash cannon starved for nine months untouched in the MOTORRAD underground car park, filled the floor with oil and vied for attention with her reproductive organ from the rear light. A few months before the restart, Herder panicked and commissioned a completely unrealistic full restoration of his paranoia. So it was up to me to show my colleagues how to prepare for success: I bought Jawa spare parts over the whole year and deepened my German-Czech economic relations. In addition, I ensured that Oberschitzel Gerry W. optimized his professional prospects by allowing him to train to become a Jawa expert. Neither a mouse’s nest in the air filter nor mysterious deficits in the ignition system and Lima prevented the Czech bull from running smoothly again shortly before the start.
Pre-start in Wroclaw – goat terror
Jorg (the Fear-Lohse): I just said, is it running? Naturally! It’s just stupid that MOTOCYKL boss Jacek has to speak to me right in front of Paranoia-Herder and Bibi about the 166 euros that the secretly commissioned fine-tuning of the WSK cost. He doesn’t want to hand out the key beforehand. But what are a few euros against the months of renovation work on Jawa and Pannonia? Especially since the WSK prottteln again on a kick. As if nothing had happened. Stuttgart is mine! I could just hiss off now. But isn’t it much more humiliating to keep your colleagues disappearing into the oily two-stroke flag? In addition, a visit to the oldie restorer Piotr in Wroclaw promises to be very entertaining. Why did we end up at Piotr in the first place? Bibi and Herdi should do this part now. But woe, they just gossip and tell that Jasmin needs some authentic cut images for the road movie. Laughter! What is Bibi still doing now? Styles non-existent hair because serious moderation is required – I would just fax. What nonsense. Let’s start with the Polish motorcycle curator Piotr Bibis Jawa. Uh, charge indicator light! Wait a minute, wasn’t there something last year?
Klaus (Paranoia Herder): The thing about the visit to the oldie Pope Piotr in Wroclaw has a very simple reason: Bibi’s two-cylinder construction site was already showing a certain weariness with life when he left Stuttgart. Our Polish informant should actually only give a second opinion on the termination of life support measures. My Pannonia, on the other hand, ran flawlessly in the final Snyder test in Swabia. Okay, maybe you should have given a little more importance to the sudden death after a good hour of driving. But Piotr, who is practically begging for a test drive with the Hungarian bull, is of the opinion that I can defend my title with the Pannonia without hesitation. Admittedly, its test drive only takes five minutes, but during this time the Pannonia runs without any complaints. At this point Bibi could actually have tried to get a train ticket Breslau – Stuttgart or made friends with the disgraceful Panigale, since his old Jawa finally refused to work. In a fit of collective pity, Lohse and I allow him to restart. And what is the guy doing? Buy Piotr’s nastiest grandfather clock, of all things, a lethargic 50s! Meanwhile, Lohse is chatting heavily with his Polish executive buddy. Pooh!
jasmine: Not because of “Jasmin still needs cutting patterns.” The visit to scrap iron dealer Piotr had only one reason, colleagues. You’re just keen on his fleet. Every two minutes Bibi declares his love for another two-wheeler. Herr Herder is dreamily stroking sagging leather seats, and Furcht-Lohse is already rehearsing his next adventure. Concentration, please! We need a mobile stand for the Bibi, because the Jawa just doesn’t want to start since our arrival in Wroclaw. A deep grip in the editorial pot does not allow him a grenade, but a Polish rocket.
Markus (Rocket bibi): Jawa, what are you doing to me? Is that the reward for a year of compassionate devotion? Have I not renewed almost every part of you that is relevant to your business? Didn’t I spend nights hair-raising over why you misfired or why your wheels are spinning so hard? None of the maliciously grinning colleagues has invested as much energy, time and money in their vehicle. Okay, Paranoia-Herder maybe, but he has by no means raised the inner sympathy. The fact is, the Czech bull leaves me in the lurch right at the start in Wrocław. The battery is sucked empty, it is not enough for igniting sparks. Some kind of creeping electrical freak. Now only mental tenacity helps. My alternative: take on the challenge on our Ducati Panigale. What varicose veins, fertility and tinnitus mean. Poland’s classic car king Piotr comes in handy here. He keeps the deficit Jawa, and I look for another device from his pool. Since it didn’t work out with superior performance and displacement, this time I attack from below and loot a Romet Ogar 200. The 200 stands for two-person registration, not displacement. There are only 50 cubic. The 30-year-old bullet runs 68 km / h, as later shows. No lethargic grandfather clock. Now the blue lightning strikes you, colleagues!
The race continues – final unction?
Jorg (the Fear-Lohse): Flag down, flame. The first few kilometers are a boon – especially when the 800-kilometer journey on the Panigale from the day before is up your ass. I gently stroke my baby’s tank: hold on, don’t lose it! Because whoever dies with his stove will have to eke out his existence on the Ducati, which has been officially advertised as a disgrace. And that on the beaten track that the road book to Stuttgart records? No present. The waxy, emaciated chassis of the WSK, on the other hand, ditscht like a rubber ball into every asphalt fault. With a view ahead, it feels like a few warp units above what is visible in the rearview mirror with format-bursting 40-ton trucks (this time without a jump, NEW ITEM!). Bibi now has not only his hairstyle under control, but also Romet. The Polish hound crashes cleanly in the slipstream. Respect. Every now and then Paranoia-Herder pushes itself ominously close to our dirty rags as if out of nowhere. Can or does he not want to pass by? My problem: I can’t drive away because the two-stroke chairman is light years ahead of me when it comes to “calculating the mix”. Until I had flooded the tank with the correct 1:33, the old men’s brigade would have hit me three times. So I rely on Rossi tactics: Drift Bibi in front of me, let Herder sniff over and over again, execute shortly before the home straight.
Klaus (Paranoia Herder): I have freshly prepared high-end two-stroke sports equipment that is just waiting to release its brutal 16 hp – and what happens? I have to dawdle behind the two walking frames – the superior last year’s winner starts last. Bibi claims that his ulcer is actually running 68 km / h, but this is the result of absolute wishful thinking. The chair can handle a maximum of 52 things, which is confirmed several times by the “You are driving XX” advertisements on the roadside, which are now popular in Poland. In return, the Romet trainer wears a mega embarrassing super duper textile suit, the price of which is ten times the current value of the Romet. But doesn’t the bean bother Bibi – the main thing is that his hair is nice. Lohse makes a helpful team player and gives the 50s on the mountain pushing assistance. What a lying sock! The clean gentleman knows all too well that he regularly depends on our help, more precisely on my help, and should therefore rather stay close by. Take a look at the photo below on the right. I only say: “Electrode short”. Two-stroke Nullblicker Lohse would probably still be standing on the Polish roadside today if the nice Pannonia driver hadn’t scratched his candle clean. Whatever: The unspeakable dawdling afterwards takes its toll. Amazingly, after exactly the same time that Doc Snyder had to give up on the last test drive.
Markus (Rocket Bibi): It’s crazy how the Romet is going. First gear up, second and third down. I mustn’t brake so as not to lose momentum! But the brakes don’t work anyway. Lying flat, I rush down to the valley with a measured 68 km / h top speed, daring to die. The curves are real challenges with the 30-year-old wooden tires. Polish villagers, please stay in your houses and hold back your dogs. And now don’t pull out with the tractor, the Romet is coming! The climbs are difficult. It means to downshift at exactly the right moment. Lohse initially had problems with his spark plug, but then the Polish prewar filing ran like wildfire. Typical for engines shortly before their death. It is therefore important that he slows down the revs and plays the fair sportsman by generously offering his arm to me on steep mountains and pulling me up (“half throttle”). An act that should not be overestimated, because in this way he can skilfully conceal the fact that this time he is forced to spare his material and not ruin it again with gross motor skills. Herder doesn’t even manage that. His initially brawny communist cramped box hardly accepts gas, and at some point there is scythe. Since this time there is actually a touch of humanity that ennobles our race, Lohse and I are going back. So the helmet can go down and some air to the loyal remaining hair.
jasmine: On the Romete the Bibi actually becomes a rocket and almost bites into the handlebars. If you consider that such a moped is actually intended for 16-year-old girls who weigh less than 50 kilos, its speed is almost impressive. The old men don’t give each other anything for the first few kilometers, the battle line is the order of the day. It’s more humane uphill. But no sooner has the summit been reached than the fear-tinder reappears, and the WSK rushes off. Raketen-Bibi tries to put the headwind to flight with incessant talking. Vain. Maybe he should have told him about his sophisticated haircare tactics. For me this immediately triggers an escape reflex. Where is Herder with his paranoia??
Pannonia ade, Panigale ole!
jasmine: The previous year’s winner is weak. While the Furcht-Lohse and Raketen-Bibi turn around with a big grin, I have to suppress my tears as the pannonia in the rearview mirror gets smaller and smaller. I can’t believe it, the biggest chatterbox of all is right back with me on the bus. As soon as I turn on my camera, the Herder starts chattering like an old washerwoman: “Everything used to be better, they were real men on real machines. Like my Pannonia. It’s still real engineering. ”I try not to provoke the man with too much friendliness. “The old Pietsch was a real thoroughbred racer and he gave the entire editorial staff strawberry cake on his birthday.” In the background, the Panigale is being unloaded. My salvation is his downfall! After all, both of them know their way around penetrating permanent sound.
Jorg (the Fear-Lohse): Herder had it demolished. Hmm, go back? Difficult. Because we know that in his home town as Deivel von Dithmarschen he mercilessly executed Hercules hobby riders from an early age. He’s probably just waiting in a side path and letting Bibi and me run into the open knife. On the other hand, thanks to our maneuverability, we could always put the Budapest steam pilots in their place. So turn. In the distance it glows red. Is it the battered bench or the frivolous rear light of paranoia? No, it’s the master himself. The turnip is boiling because his heap of scrap metal has finally closed the gap and he had to push a few more meters. Goodbye pannonia, panigale ole! Of course, it goes without saying that Herder quickly wants to distract from the defeat and unpacks the very old camels when making a statement in front of Jasmin’s camera: How senior boss Paule Pietsch exchanged strawberry cake for everyone on birthdays. Bibi and I can recite the story in our sleep. We see at Jasmin’s gaze: she does too. Since Mr. Herder is not so into modern technology, I give him brief instructions on the on-board entertainment program of the 1199 Panigale (“Must there be a race?” – “YES!” – you should suffer …). Of course you have to get a little louder with the engine running, 113 decibels and Herder’s advanced age. What is his thanks? That in addition to faxing I am now said to also scream.
Klaus (Paranoia Herder): She is not dead. So not completely. However, it is a bit annoying when ambitiously moving walkers pass by on the footpath despite the full throttle position. In short: the engine is still running a bit, but the propulsion is largely missing. Somehow also stupid that my Pannonia didn’t even make it to the “We-would-prefer-to-go-to-a-place” of the previous year; This time it was already over two towns earlier. To make matters worse, instead of an air-conditioned VW bus, Ducati driving is now the trend. But okay, that’s the deal. Whereby: Bibi should actually be on the verge of shame, but we already had the topic. Keyword “pity”. But before I board the sensationally uncomfortable egg boiler, the Panigale lettering quickly turns into “Pannonia II”. And rightly so, because it is well known that the engine and frame are not the character-forming motorcycle components, but the taillight. So I quickly unscrew the sexiest taillight of all time from the Pannonia and mount it on the Ducati. This may have a minimal impact on the admittedly successful Panigale design, but it gives the low-flyer a completely new character. Exactly: Pannonia II. Back in the Race! Well, gentlemen, you probably didn’t expect that. And some push-up training is also very good for me. But I still have one question: How many gears does the Ducati actually have? I can never get over the third …
Markus (Rocket bibi): There is no doubt that Bibi is challenged the hardest here. Only the seemingly premature end at the start in Wrocław. Then the merciless fight of David against the Goliaths. Superhuman powers are required here, both physically and mentally. True to the motto “If you brake, you lose”, the Romet arrows precisely through Polish and Czech topographies thanks to driving skills and tactics under maximum control. But Lohse’s strategy also seems to work: Don’t turn too high, drive nice and smooth, the Zonenzossen thanks it with elusive reliability. Herder is not granted any of this because he has to ride the Panigale. The Italian riot motorcycle bucks in low gears, the engine emits powerful heat waves. All that remains of his beloved goulash grenade is the adult rear light. He’s now glued that to the front of the Panigale. Whether as a spare part for himself or as an offering for Priapus, the Greek god of fertility and lust? Perhaps he also wants to optimize the aerodynamics of the spaghetti rocket with it? Herder doesn’t do anything without a reason. That makes him unpredictable. That is exactly what my back suddenly seems to be. In the evening the pain explodes. Please don’t give up now because your body is on strike! Not now, when the small machine is running like a champion despite full throttle and keeps the big-headed colleagues in check. It’s for pulling your hair out!
Trio Infernals
markus-jahn.com
WSK 125.
Jorg (the Fear-Lohse): What catches our eye on this page? That with the WSK 125 only one bike from the original line-up from 2015 is in the race. No wonder, as the senior citizens’ advisory board of our TT set the priorities wrong when purchasing it last year, as expected. At that time, Herder rambled about independence and with the Pannonia 250, year ’62, resorted to technology that would have been out of date in the ’26 year. We know from Bibi that he can be easily impressed by big things. Just stupid that both cylinders on the Jawa 350 sagged slack. But that’s the way it is with old ladies. What does the endurance professional do on the other hand? Doesn’t allow itself to be dazzled by supposed authenticity or sheer performance and relies exclusively on durability. And what is a better argument than technology that has been tried and tested billions of times? The Polish WSK as a copy of the DKW Reich type 125. Performance through longevity. And not only our friendly neighbors in the east have copied. The Russians (Komet 125) did it just like the Americans (Harley-D. Hummer). What do I do with it? THE RACE! Oh, did I get too loud again??
WSK 125
Type M06 B3, single-cylinder two-stroke engine, 123 cm³, 5.4 kW (7.3 HP) at 5300 rpm, three-speed gearbox, tubular / sheet metal press frame, front and rear tires 3.00-18, empty weight 98 kg, front and rear drum brakes, Ø 140 mm each, tank capacity 13 liters, top speed 80 km / h, construction period 1971 to 1974
jasmine: One thing is already certain: The Pannonia II is the winner of my heart. Not only is she by far the hottest lady here in the field, she is also a treat for my ears. My colleagues complain about the sound, but for me this is the finest music. Mainly because it drowns out everything else. Well, almost everything. Unfortunately not the cry of victory from colleague Lohse. But the man also has an organ. Did I not notice something? Since when can you crown yourself a winner here? However, he does not seem entirely wrong. The colleague Herder is already claiming the disgraceful third place, and Raketen-Bibi is weakening. For two kilometers he has gripped his back more often than his head hair. there is something wrong.
markus-jahn.com
Romet Ogar 200.
Markus (Rocket Bibi): It’s normal to get a replacement if the emergency vehicle breaks down, right? And this time I didn’t let fat things blind me. No, my new competitive strategy is based on asceticism and perseverance. That’s why I consciously acquired a vehicle that scores less with performance than with staying power. A machine for men. Made in Poland, but powered by a Jawa engine! The little muscle man saves the honor of the Czechs here. You can build reliable missiles after all! Which cannot be said of the Hungarians. Expert circles rumor that the Pannonia was already a faulty construction when new. It goes without saying that Herder, the tough dog, was doomed to failure with this black-and-white porn beating. And the value chain? It worked well thanks to DKW engineering. However, nobody knows to what degree Lohse’s motorcycle was fritted in Poland and how much black money flowed beyond the official 166 euros. Don’t yell around again now, Herr Lohse, the suspicion is just too obvious, even Herder thinks that. And he has it hard enough with his last seat and the whole rum gherkin on the Pannonia II.
Romet Ogar 200
Engine type Jawa 50/223, single-cylinder two-stroke engine, 49 cm3, 1.4 kW (2 PS) at 4500 rpm (unthrottled 3.5 PS), three-speed gearbox, tubular / sheet metal press frame, empty weight 60 kg, drum brakes at the front and rear , Tank capacity 9 liters, top speed 55 (68) km / h, construction period 1983 to 1990 at Predom-Romet in Bydgoszcz, Poland
markus-jahn.com
Ducati 1199 Panigale.
Klaus: Please imagine the following situation: You let your pants down in public, drum on your chest and yell “I’m an asshole!”. Something like that in terms of attention and embarrassment rating when you start the Panigale, sorry: Pannonia II, in public traffic. I am a bit hard of hearing and drive a Harley privately, but what the beautiful Italian is already uttering in series production is simply noisy asocial. But maybe I’m just a little over-sensitive, because tearing off hundreds of kilometers at walking pace on a motorcycle with the handlebar grips at kneecap height makes you queasy. And following two sluggish bang batches in the permanent two-stroke smell makes you even queasier. Incidentally, if I introduce the term “egg cooker” at this point, it has nothing to do with the culinary part of our challenge. And several weeks after the tour is over, I still feel a certain numbness in my right hand. On the other hand: I understand everyone, really everyone, who wants this sculpture. She drives (from 140 km / h!) Just great. And she looks even better. Especially with the Pannonia rear light.
Ducati 1199 Panigale
Two-cylinder four-stroke 90-degree V-engine, 1198 cm³, 143 kW (195 PS) at 10 750 rpm, six-speed gearbox, aluminum monocoque, front tires 120/70 ZR 17, rear 200/55 ZR 17, full tank weight 195 kg, double disc brake at the front, Ø 330 mm, disc brake at the rear, Ø 245 mm, tank capacity 17 liters, top speed 296 km / h, construction period 2012 to 2014
The conclusion – on a cuddle course?
Jorg (the fear-wolf): What a drama just before Česká Lípa. Herder complains of massive earache on the Pannonia II, but claims that it is because I was only yelling. BUT HOW SHOULD HE GET ANYTHING UP WITH 143 DECIBELS ON THE MOVE? Bibi was hit hard when I generously wanted to give the Polish bracke a push on a small incline. So away with all empathy and care for the traveling pensioners. VICTORY IS MINE, COLLEAGUES! Because the WSK 125 is and will remain unbeaten in the field.
Klaus (Paranoia Herder): In a way, I understand Mr Lohse’s howl of victory. Was the first to cross the finish line with a WSK fake and external technical help. Loudspeakers that do permanent faxing tend to overstate themselves. I, on the other hand, bravely carried the meaningful taillight of the previous year’s winner through the woods and meadows in an act of superhuman sacrifice. Carried! Because not least Bibi’s slow motion pace has meant that the designated defending champion had to retire early and completely undeservedly with heat collapse.
Markus (Rocket Bibi): It wasn’t Lohse’s hypocritical push on the mountain that hit me in the back, but a pothole of biblical proportions. Here my intervertebral discs had to take over the job of Romet shock absorbers once too much. Anyway, second place is worth all honors, and the Ogar is still running like damn clockwork. In addition, it is important to establish who actually deserves the award for the best outfit in 2016. Yes, exactly, I am the ONLY one here who gives motorcycling a dignity with an ATTRACTIVE and SAFE suit. To ask?
jasmine: Even if the Furcht-Lohse claims victory, we all know who is the real winner here. The woman who went out with three old men and their (R) ostladys to shoot a crazy road movie. I endured hours of talking about hair care, two-stroke oil and strawberry cake, and yet they all made it back to the MOTORRAD editorial team safe and sound. Not one on two wheels, of course. “Real men on real machines”. Old Pietsch would still have liked your challenge.
Info
Not only the recovered value chain lured the three challengers back to Poland and the Czech Republic. Great cities, charming landscapes and a lot of hospitality did it too.
General: Our neighboring countries Poland and the Czech Republic have swum free over the past 20 years and have developed into modern, self-confident states. The German prehistory in the regions we visited and also the formerly socialist times are now dealt with in a rather relaxed manner – the generation change is pleasantly noticeable. So nobody is scolded as a cold warrior or a man of the past, for example if he Wroclaw instead of Wrocław says. Some virtues from the old days have been retained, thank God: spontaneous hospitality, pronounced helpfulness and astonishing talent for improvisation are still widespread. For motorcyclists who want to combine culture and curves, the region presented here is perfect for a long weekend: Enjoy Wrocław / Breslau with its beautiful old town for a day or two as a cultural and culinary start or destination, after or before that for the smallest Meander little streets in and around the Giant Mountains. There are two things you don’t really have to worry about. First: communication problems? It doesn’t really exist. With a basic knowledge of English you can always get ahead, and surprisingly often German is spoken. Second: risk of theft? Admittedly, the WSK was stolen from us last year, but that was probably the spontaneous act of a confused village trampoline. Otherwise, Poland and the Czech Republic are statistically in the European midfield, so don’t panic. Nobody was interested in our Panigale.
getting there: The A4 over Dresden is the perfect flight path. Either turn in Dresden and drive along the Elbe towards the Czech Republic. Or pull through to Wrocław – until then the motorway is toll-free for cars and motorcycles.
traffic: In Poland and the Czech Republic, driving is a little more “offensive” than in Germany, but this should not be confused with “more aggressive”. Pedestrians have slightly worse cards, but the density of senior teachers is significantly lower.
Stay: As in the previous year, we stayed in Wrocław in the centrally located “Hotel Centrum Dikul” (www.dikul.pl, EZ 62 euros) – the recommendation has been confirmed this time too. In the Polish town of Wałbrzych (Waldenburg), that is, close to the border, we recommend the secure motorcycle parking “Ibis Styles”, which is also very cheap at 39 euros per night (www.ibisstyles-walbrzych.pl). A real connoisseur tip is the kitschy, rustic “Hotel Morris” stocked with antiques in the very picturesque Czech Česká Lípa (www.hotelmorris.cz). 120 euros for the suite is okay, food and drink are dirt cheap.
Vintage motorcycle: Our informant in Wrocław is called Piotr Kawalek and is a household name in the Polish classic car scene. Around 250 mostly unrestored treasures – from the simple Eastern Bloc single to the ultra-rare Indian track racing machine – can be found in his fund. Restoration is carried out exactly according to customer requirements. About 90 percent of the stock is sold abroad, very often to the USA and Scandinavia. Piotr speaks German quite well. More information and contact details are available at www.oldtimerbazar.pl.
- Travel time: 3 days
- Distance covered: 300 kilometers
Czech Republic
- Capital: Prague
- Area: 78,860 km2
- Foundation: 1993 (Czech Republic)
- Currency: Czech crown (CZK)
- Population: 10.5 million.
Related articles
-
Annetzberger to travel Eastern Europe: Lithuania Eastern Europe: Lithuania Dunes, myths, new times A motorcycle trip to the Baltic States is still a bit…
-
Bilski 44 pictures Bilski 1/44 Three men, three vehicles, an ultra-tough fight. The start: in Wroclaw, where it all began in 1903. The goal: to Stuttgart…
-
Frank Wolf to travel Eastern Europe / Turkey Eastern Europe / Turkey The summit round The last semester break ?? And a very special travel wish should…
-
Royer to travel Eastern Alps Eastern Alps Over the peaks to the Adriatic Without detours from Austria to Croatia ?? With their KTM enduros, father and…
-
Motorcycle tour in eastern Switzerland: Appenzell
Iron ham to travel Motorcycle tour in eastern Switzerland: Appenzell Motorcycling in Switzerland Motorbike tour through the Appenzellerland Granted, the…
-
The most beautiful race track in the world: Bikers Classics in Spa 2012
Hecker 26th pictures Hecker 1/26 The perfect weekend – Bikers Classics in Spa. Hecker 2/26 A fairy in the neighbor’s box: Wendy Newton from California…
-
Focus on English classics: Norton, BSA and Co.
counselor workshop Focus on English classics: Norton, BSA and Co. Focus on English classics Norton, BSA and Co. This article is currently only available…
-
MOTORCYCLE tour tip – Eastern Dolomites
Tour tips Exclusive motorcycle tours for children to follow Presented by Dirk Schafer to travel MOTORCYCLE tour tip – Eastern Dolomites MOTORCYCLE tour…
-
wolf to travel On the move in Eastern Europe On the move in Eastern Europe Once the Baltic Sea – Aegean Sea Adventure is only available in Africa or…
-
Moto Guzzi Classics in California
Blacksmith 19th pictures Blacksmith 1/19 Old-school Guzzi screwdriver Mark Etheridge. Blacksmith 2/19 One last look at the hodgepodge, then ……