Uncle Bob wrote:Pedda wrote:Well, I'm nosey, but nobody would ever see me visiting INTERMOT again. Too bad of an experience when I been there back in the day. I'll wait for proper official info.
I was sort of tempted by a road trip to go and see (in the car), but maybe not then! Not a good show?
Long story.
They were advertising the very first INTERMOT back in the ninetees, location was Munich those days. In order to also attract bikers from far away, which I was, they announced that there would be sleeping places on the fairground in large tents, to be reserved free of charge for everyone. Campfire, beer, fuel talks after the exhibition. So I call there to reserve a place. Answer: we cannot accept reservations. We expect a too big rush, there can be no consideration for individual fates.
So I should travel 700km without knowing if I can sleep somewhere? Okay, so I put all my camping gear on the Katana and leave for Munich at four in the morning. Once arriving there I notice that I am the only motorcyclist on the whole area until then. A huge tent with straw beds and tumbleweeds. I unpacked the Katana and carried my stuff to the reception, threw everything on the counter. Then off to the exhibition, which was really well attended, to be honest. But there were still only a handful of bikers. The rest were businessmen in pinstripes pulling their laptop trolleys behind them. If I was interested in anything, they pushed me out of the market stalls.
Once I wanted to know something about stainless steel covered speedo cables that were really nice. Counter question After he locked up and down in me with a snobbish smile: "How many of these do you intend to buy?
I: "Well, one." Then I was fobbed off with a business card and the words that I should get in touch with them in the next few weeks. Which I never did, of course.
As for the bikes that were shown there, an estimated 90% were Chinese 125cc motorcycles. Never thought there would be so many manufacturers there.
At the end of the day I picked up my stuff from the counter and went towards the campground. I was actually the only biker who planned to stay overnight there. Fuel conversations would have been a bit boring, they just didn't want to start a campfire for me either. So in a kind of strange mood I packed the Katana again and went back home my 700km again at full throttle. Arrival exactly 24 sins after departure.
That was my first and my last visit of INTERMOT. An Exhibition not for the Biker, but for the businessmen.