Endless wait in the motel parking lot. Seems someone forgot to arrange a way back for Nick and Ricky to get back to Spain and get their flights to US two days later. Oops.

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I decided to shoot some evidence for the smallest/biggest bags of the trip. This was the smallest, which might not seem too small but I tell you he didn’t even use ¾ of its space.

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Ricky, on the other hand, got the biggest one – but still not as big as Antiz rider Julian Dykmans' one though.

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I think we waited there for 3 and half hours.

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After finally leaving the motel, we stopped half an hour later to eat in a gas station. After eating, the TM decided it was the perfect time to start a fire the old school way. Obviously, the strong wind blocked his intentions. But hey, on those 3 hour gas station stop we saw some Ferraris coming from a race or event, or whatever. How nice.

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Jan, in a random stop to wait the van to catch up.

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And we made it to Cologne. Die Fantastisch Dom.

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Rain was present again, so it was time to call it the end of trip. One last photo before the end.

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