June 9th, 2018 – Lisbon, Portugal to Porto, Portugal: ~220 miles
Vy and I see some pornography on a leather vest.
Did you miss Day 7? Vy and I go to the end of the world.
I loved Lisbon and regretted that we only had half a day to spend there. Little did I know that I would be back there a few months later for the Husqvarna Svartpilen 701 launch, though I would only be able to stay for one day then, too. Life could be worse.
The highlight of our morning was a visit to Sintra to see the Quinta da Regaleira, a 19th century mansion. The mansion’s gardens are full of miniature forts, which we obviously used to showcase Baby Jack.
It was acquired by a gentleman named António Augusto Carvalho Monteiro, who earned the nickname of Moneybags Monteiro thanks to his vast fortune. The centerpiece of the grounds is a pair of initiation wells.
A Portuguese-made Casal. Founded in 1964, Casal (actually, Metalurgia Casal) was Portugal’s largest motorcycle manufacturer. Most of their products were 50cc mopeds, but they also had a few 125cc motorcycles. I was unable to determine which model this was – do you know?
Normally when Vy and I travel in an area with toll roads, whether it’s domestic or international, there’s a way to pay with your credit card afterwards. I couldn’t find any signage on how to do that, so Vy took this photo as a reminder for me to research it when we got to the hotel later today…more on that later in the trip.
A Benelli TnT 135 sits outside of Moto Urban in Coimbra.
The torrid rain meant I kept my camera in my pocket, though I still couldn’t help myself when it came to local motorcycles. This cute Honda NSR 75 “Super Sprint” was missing the optional lower fairings (click here for an example of what it could look like) but it still looks like a fun little two-stroke commuter. This article calls it the Mazda Miata of motorcycles, “sought to offer sensations at an affordable price to the general public” (don’t mind the translation). The 75cc engine produces 14 horsepower and Honda even made a version with Repsol bodywork for your inner racer.
Vy and I retired to the hotel and debated if we should continue north into Portugal or not. We had a few wonderful stops planned, but the weather forecast was calling for 3+ straight days of heavy rains, and we weren’t particularly interested in that. Would we continue on the plan or bail to the sunnier skies of Madrid? I mulled those thoughts over a beer…until I saw that the bar had Havana Club on the shelf, so I had to get one of those, too.