Every year, it’s become a tradition—
we held our rally yesterday.

This year, due to Gigi’s schedule as the organizer,
it wasn’t a big group—just close friends.

Riding at a good pace through the hills of Normandy
is an incredible feeling—simply unbeatable.

We rode all day,
without a single traffic light.

Stopping at cafés,
having lunch,
and just like fueling the machines,
we fueled ourselves with beer and wine.

It’s like a group of grown men
being kids again.

Earlier, I got in touch with the team in Paris,
and we’ll meet in Le Mans tomorrow morning.

The photo shows some French guys—
great people.

Coincidentally, while we were riding,
I got a message from Nakanishi at Ralliart in Japan:
“I’m out touring too.”
That made me laugh.

This time, I rode a CB400—
a bike I once admired when I was younger.