The weather was a little chilly so are nights were spent around a fire observing our Bavarian hostess Julia brew up a little Glu-Wein, German for mulled wine. Everyday a wall of cartons wine was built, every morning the wall was gone. Liters were consumed, countless road tales were told. To the dis-fortune of the Anglos, 95 percent of the riders were Germans. Nonetheless it was a family, and a family gathering...