Yamaha XJ 600 Sabotage

My left hand is on her knee. I can feel her comforting warmth on my back.

A winding alpine road, illuminated by the mild summer sun, leads to the Col du Pillon. The Swiss love colorful flowers on the balconies of their log cabins. In some places the breeze carries from the slopes the melody of bells under the necks of calmly grazing cows.

The engine spins unobtrusively. We are in no hurry.