
Ciao, asphalt pirates and curve junkies! If God were a motorcyclist, he probably would have created northern Sardinia on a free Sunday – right after burning through his first set of tires. While the rest of the world is still cursing potholes, we're surfing here on a carpet of grippy granite asphalt that knows only one goal: to make your grin so wide it won't fit under your helmet. Saddle up, we're setting course for Gallura and the wild coast!

































