Pedro's Bar looks like my kind of place. ... So maybe that would be the key, just get in there shoulder to shoulder boogie. ... Have fun and keep the posts coming. Looks like a great time!
Scooting in Portugal - Alrighty then.
So El Jefe, I took your advice and laid out 130 Euros for a week on a 125 Kymco Agility. I was going to go with the 50 cc bike but a woman here is driving an Aprillia Scarabeo 125 and it seems to do 120 KPH (70 MPH) quite readily. Not so the Kymco - a well-used rental. Oh, well.
The red line on the speedo starts at 80 kph but a lot of the roads here are marked at 70, so it is doing the job so far. When I went back to the shop because the open face helmets were cheap, and useless in the wind at anything over 40 (no windshield), I got two decent helmets with face shields. Not even one fits under the seat (I guess that's why they originally gave me the other half helmet cheapos). Also the replacement helmet drop-down face shields have a tendency to fog sometimes when I breathe; even so, I refuse to stop breathing.
So as I am pulling away from the rental agency, I hear the renter guy yelling after me. So I stop and he points out that I am riding with the kickstand still down! Yikes!
That's all I need - make a left turn and get vaulted across the street into a row of parked cars. That would never happen on my Burgman, of course, because the engine won't even start with the side stand down.
I made a promise to myself then and there that I would not even put the key in the ignition until the stand was up. I don't want the Portuguese people reading a story about me over their morning coffee: CANADIAN TOURIST SNUFFED IN MOTO ACCIDENT. The next day they would be using me to wrap fish or to line the parakeet cage.
Let's face it compared to my 650 Executive - this bike is crap. But on it's own merits, it will go up some steep Portuguese inclines with no probs. Starts easily, no stalls, sufficient get up and go from a stop sign. The mirrors rods are too short so I see the passing lane and a lot of my shirt (I was wearing my fat shirt that day). But I can see none of the traffic immediately behind me, except on curves. That means vehicles can sneak up and scare the be-jesus out of me when they pass. The back tire is pretty much used up but the front is better.
Being out there on the road, though, is quite glorious. Mother Nature's air conditioning at mid-day here is fabulously refreshing and it can be claustrophobically humid as well. In one spot between villages, the fresh smell of oranges coming off a road-side grove was the treat of the day. The bombardment of various aromas i am treated to as I cruise the countryside sure beats walking through the cosmetic section at Sears.
A full tank of petrol from empty cost me 5.95 Euros yesterday.
My magic carpet ride by moto continues.
P.S. - The photo is the view behind Pedro's Bar.