After a short ride in the morning, we cross the border into Switzerland and found the Harley dealer in Lausanne. Ian was alarmed to hear the diagnosis that it was not the front shock seal that had gone, but that he had a broken fork and he had pretty much ridden across France with it so. The risk from doing so was high and we were all thankful that it did not lead to a mishap. Thankfully, the dealer had one to fit and we wasted a couple of hours in the town enjoying some breakfast and buying bits in the dealership while we waited. Phil utilised the blanket provided to keep outside diners warm, using his throat muff, to do his Al Qaeda leadership impression. It was terrific service from the dealer and very fairly priced too. Another team photo opportunity was taken. Around lunchtime we were on our way around Lake Geneva via Montreux to the Italian border and our first stop in Italy at Armeno, a tiny place on a hill that we didn't find until just as it was getting dark. En route we traversed the Simplon Pass and some remarkable snow-capped mountains, views and twisty bends to negotiate. The changes of elevation bring about commensurate changes in temperature and can lead to adjustments of clothing and gloves.
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