{"id":212016,"date":"2023-12-01T20:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-12-01T18:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.motorprosa.com\/?p=212016"},"modified":"2025-01-14T11:08:24","modified_gmt":"2025-01-14T10:08:24","slug":"the-stelvio-pass-in-autumn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.motorprosa.com\/en\/the-stelvio-pass-in-autumn\/","title":{"rendered":"The awesome Stelvio Pass in autumn"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Autumn is giving way, inexorably. The green disappears, the cold takes over, my dream roads become impassable. A few days before the winter closure, I take the Road King<\/a> out on the Queen of Roads<\/a> again. A picture gallery, and some thoughts.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Before you read, please note<\/strong>: this post was translated with the help of Deepl<\/a>.
If you find any errors \u2013 please have fun first and then give me a hint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My horse of steel,
Take me up the mountain, up to the new ice.
I want to see the last colours,
and be alone in the silence of winter.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
\"Come

Come on, one more time \u2026<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Let's

Let’s ride through autumn!<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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On shiny chrome
through a fading landscape<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\"Through

Through my favourite bends<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Under

Under the blue sky<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"And

And aiming high.<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Autumn in the mountains
Snow, cold, colours, smells<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\"Fantastic

Fantastic views<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Sharp

Sharp shadows<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Cracked

Cracked tarmac<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Rough

Rough road<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Will the cold road
be good to me?<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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\"Snow

Snow ..<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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.. and ice, on the way to the Tibet hut<\/a>.<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"The

The last few meters<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Shutters

Shutters closed<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
\"Arrived

Arrived \u2026<\/h3><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Big mountains, small people.
Big nature, small worries.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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The Stelvio: 48 hairpin bends, 2000 metres in altitude. Raw technology, pure nature, challenge and playground, a place of respect, joy, relief and drama. And of commerce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I froze my fingers blue here and dropped my camera over the cliffs. The sun burnt my face waiting for the bearded vulture. I fled down into the valley through snowfall and drove towards the sunrise in the middle of the night. I negotiated the bends half blind due to an extreme headache and one-handed because of an arm injury. I picked up dozens of fallen motorbikes and made deep friendships.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No route I know better than the Stelvio Pass. Neither by bicycle nor by car. I learnt to ride a motorcycle here, the Stelvio is the essence of what I do. There is no road I associate with so many thoughts, no place I long for more. There is no other pass that I have more photos of, no other pass that tempts me to ride it. Every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The last ride.
Winter break \u2013 until May.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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