Like etter at eg hadde køyrd forbi Torneträsk, nådde eg to motorsyklistar som låg som klistra til vegen. Dei hadde god fart og eg la meg på hjul, med god klaring, berre for å nyte synet av desse smekre, raske og vakre konstruksjonane som bukta seg fram på dei svingete vegane ned fjellet på norsk side. Å henge etter syklistane var som å nyte ein lydlaus ballett med elegant og presis korreografi. I krysset til Narvik/Bjerkvik tok dei seg ein pause og eg vinka farvel.
Motorcycles and ballet: Just after having passed Torneträsk I caught up with two motor cyclists, nearly glued to the road. They kept high speed and I decided to stay behind, but at a distance, just to relish the sight of the elegant, speedy, and beautiful constructions as they were winding their way along the curves, down from the mountain on the Norwegian side. Staying behind the cyclists was like watching a soundless ballet, elegantly and beautifully choreographed.
Motorcycles and ballet: Just after having passed Torneträsk I caught up with two motor cyclists, nearly glued to the road. They kept high speed and I decided to stay behind, but at a distance, just to relish the sight of the elegant, speedy, and beautiful constructions as they were winding their way along the curves, down from the mountain on the Norwegian side. Staying behind the cyclists was like watching a soundless ballet, elegantly and beautifully choreographed.
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