Sorry to be the usual Penny-Picker (German term would be “Klugscheisser”), but the picture was taken at the highest ridable pass of SLOVENIA, the Vrsic pass. To be precise, it was Austrian ’till 1918.
Today at 1611 meters Slovenia’s highest pass road, built to supply the front line auf the Austro-Hungarian Empire to Italy which then was located all along the Isonzo river and the neighbouring Mountains left an right. 50 hairpin turns connect the valley of the Save river with the Isonzo (slovenian: Soca), today a motorcyclists paradise.
The road was built by Russian POW’s, construction started immediately after Italy has declared war onto the Austro-Hungarian Empire in May 1915 – and many died due to avalanches and working conditions when the existing footpath was expanded to allow trucks and horsedrawn vehicles to transport military supplies to the frontline.
I let the herd pass by near the saddle, and when catching up and parking, they seemed quite interested, getting a lot of cool images – and some chewing marks on my helmet straps. Sheep are always curious: 10 years ago, 2007, passing up to the 2326 m Col de la Cayolle in the French Alps, en route with a Rick’s Tour and filming of a documentary, we ran straight into thousands of sheep that came down from their summer fields. The narrow road was completely plastered in sheep shit for miles and the (custom!) bikes looked like…shit. Of course we stopped, photographed and filmed, the cameraman, when kneeing down was even “mounted” by sheep! (http://ricks-motorcycles.com/riding-the-french-alpes/) We had a laugh until we ran over the shit covered pass road.
That day, despite the scenic landscape at the Dalius Gorge and the Grand Canyon du Verdon, the bikes could only be shown from a distance (let alone the smell of bikes AND riders!) Rick’s bikes do have VERY short fenders! We still grin, when we remember that ride. When sheep and custombikes meet one thing is certain: Shit can happen!
Shot on an Austrian mountain road. Photo copyright Horst Roesler.
Harley rider and sheep. Picture worth a thousand words.
Unfortunately, the bikes color precludes calling it the “Black Sheep” of the family.
Even a “so called dumb animal ” knows what’s best
Nice SheepGlide
Sorry to be the usual Penny-Picker (German term would be “Klugscheisser”), but the picture was taken at the highest ridable pass of SLOVENIA, the Vrsic pass. To be precise, it was Austrian ’till 1918.
Today at 1611 meters Slovenia’s highest pass road, built to supply the front line auf the Austro-Hungarian Empire to Italy which then was located all along the Isonzo river and the neighbouring Mountains left an right. 50 hairpin turns connect the valley of the Save river with the Isonzo (slovenian: Soca), today a motorcyclists paradise.
The road was built by Russian POW’s, construction started immediately after Italy has declared war onto the Austro-Hungarian Empire in May 1915 – and many died due to avalanches and working conditions when the existing footpath was expanded to allow trucks and horsedrawn vehicles to transport military supplies to the frontline.
I let the herd pass by near the saddle, and when catching up and parking, they seemed quite interested, getting a lot of cool images – and some chewing marks on my helmet straps. Sheep are always curious: 10 years ago, 2007, passing up to the 2326 m Col de la Cayolle in the French Alps, en route with a Rick’s Tour and filming of a documentary, we ran straight into thousands of sheep that came down from their summer fields. The narrow road was completely plastered in sheep shit for miles and the (custom!) bikes looked like…shit. Of course we stopped, photographed and filmed, the cameraman, when kneeing down was even “mounted” by sheep! (http://ricks-motorcycles.com/riding-the-french-alpes/) We had a laugh until we ran over the shit covered pass road.
That day, despite the scenic landscape at the Dalius Gorge and the Grand Canyon du Verdon, the bikes could only be shown from a distance (let alone the smell of bikes AND riders!) Rick’s bikes do have VERY short fenders! We still grin, when we remember that ride. When sheep and custombikes meet one thing is certain: Shit can happen!
Ya know what they say
SHEEP DONT TELL