At a place called Lavau Blanche, dependent on the commune of Franchess, in the Allier, the road suddenly turns into an earthcate. In a final turn, the latter leads to an old stone farm, coiled between pastures. Renovated in modern and ecological habitat, the property belongs to Helen Sheppard and Vincent Lecocq. This Monday, May 19, the couple is vigilant: their guests are approaching. “They are four kilometers”specifies Vincent, of his terrace. On his phone, he observes their progress live thanks to a shared location system. A few minutes later, a light roar tickles the ear. A cluster of Vespa tumbles from the path at low speed, followed by two trucks. With the gestures of a police officer regulating traffic, Vincent Lecocq tells them where to park their machines.
“It was an epic”, Slips with a smile Patrick Huber. Treasurer of the Motorcycle Club Le Bouclard, which is also part of his friends, this former 69-year-old retired firefighter arrives from Melun, in Seine-et-Marne. The group has just traveled around 250 kilometers, the buttocks screwed on Italian scooters. Men will spend the night free of charge here. This stop is the second stage of a one -week odyssey in the footsteps of the old national 7 (n 7).
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