Karel Šlajs

A Most Splendid Ride, Mates! (Many Thanks!)

Monday 20th May 2024

Well, that was a DGR to remember, wouldn't you say? A true Luxembourgian rollercoaster – sun one minute, hail the next! Though, through the rain, the rumble, and the occasional ice missile, over a hundred of us fine fellows set out from the Philharmonie, a testament to the spirit of men and motorbikes!

Let's be honest, these rides can be a bit of a peacock parade at times. But this year, for me, it was a beautiful melange of emotions. A bittersweet pang for dear Phil, a friend sorely missed, intertwined with immense pride in the camaraderie we shared.

You lot, my friends, absolutely smashed my fundraising target out of the park! Miles, I say, miles! (even if modest it may have been).  

My heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you for digging deep and making a real difference for men's health across the globe.

We rumbled through the Grund, past the bombes (though thankfully none were lobbed our way!), and on to Mamer and Bertrange, all the while escorted by the ever-watchful guardians of the Luxembourgish tarmac – the motorbike police, bless their cotton socks.

So, here's to a cracking DGR, to raising awareness, and most importantly, to the enduring power of friendship.

You magnificent bunch are the wind beneath my wings (or perhaps more accurately, the pistons in my engine).

Onwards and upwards, chaps, people, folks, friends, you all!

Cheers, stay dapper and let's do this again next year!

Karel

Note to Phil ... night before the ride

Sunday 19th May 2024

P.S. Phil, old friend, this year's ride's for you. Here's to hoping we can make you proud.

Speaking of chaps who make you proud, I have to say, this group in Luxembourg I met, is a rather splendid bunch. A right old collection of odds and sods, really, each bloke as different as a bowler hat is to a beret. Yet, there is a warmth there, in the core group, a genuine welcome that had this old cynic feeling all fuzzy inside "Riding with these gents tomorrow," I thought, with a grin that could crack walnuts. You know what I mean.

Mind you, most of us wouldn't know each other from a bar of soap! A pre-DGR knees-up here and there, our unofficial ringleader fitting in nights planning this whole shebang – permits, council meetings, the whole kerfuffle. Every other week, we met for a pre-DGR get together, for a pint or a Coke or such (depending on whether we've been out on our bikes or not), sharing a few tall tales and a good belly laugh before going our separate ways, a little lighter, a little less alone. Me? Well, as the newbie, I'm still that odd grape, I daresay. But who knows, maybe with a bit of time, I'll mature into a more permanent fixture, ready to tackle some grand adventure with these chaps. Until then, all the best for tomorrow, everyone. And Phil, a special toast to you, mate. I’ll be thinking of you every mile of the way.

And Phil, a toast to you, dear boy. We'll be raising a glass (or a hip flask, no judgement) to you at every twist and turn. Speaking of raising a glass, Nathalie sends her regards, by the way. That woman's a saint, but you knew ;).

My pillion seat will be free … just saying ...

 

 

Gearing Up for Glory (and Good Deeds) - A DGR Newbie's Toast!

Sunday 19th May 2024

Well, chaps, the day has nearly arrived! DGR 2024 is upon us, and this old bird (though I daresay rather dapper) will finally be taking part in this magnificent ride for men's health. After years of chucking a few quid at Movember, I felt it was high time to truly suit up and put some rubber to the road, so to speak.

Earlier, I popped down to Luxembourg Triumph to see some new mates, the kind who wouldn't be caught dead without a well-polished helmet and a tweed waistcoat. The camaraderie was thick in the air, and the shared purpose – raising awareness for those pesky blokes' health issues – brought a real fire to the belly. We've all lost fathers, uncles, friends, far too soon to cancers with names that sound like particularly nasty goblins. It's a travesty, a true corker of a situation!

Here's the thing, chaps – society seems content to just… accept it. Men fight for their families, for their countries, against impossible odds, and all we get is a pat on the back and a cheery "good on you, mate." But where's the support for the mental health toll this takes? Where's the research funding for those cancers that still lurk in the shadows? We're expected to be these unwavering pillars, these stoic protectors, and yet, the pressure's enough to make a chap crumble like a stale biscuit.

But here's the glorious truth, gentlemen – we are not, in fact, emotionless robots! Deep down, the primal instincts are still there, the urge to protect, to provide. Just like the fairer sex might be the whizzes at gathering and healing (though I wouldn't discount a well-placed punch from a lady in a crisis!), men will always have that protective streak. It's in our blood, as ingrained as the changing of the seasons.

So, here's to that! Here's to the enduring spirit of the male! Let's celebrate it tomorrow, side by side, at the Distinguished Gentleman's Ride. Let's raise a metaphorical glass (or a flask, no judgement here) to men's health, in all its glorious complexity. May our ride be safe, our spirits high, and may we all return home to loved ones, a little healthier, a little more aware, and a lot happier. After all, the world's not going anywhere, chaps, and life's for the living! Let's live it to the fullest, in camaraderie and purpose. Chin, chin!

Onwards, to DGR 2024!

Yours in gentlemanly glee,

A DGR Newbie (and very enthusiastic participant!)

A Luxembourgish Rhapsody: Sun, Smiles, and a Touch of Northern Lights

Monday 13th May 2024

Well, hello there, friends! It's your mate here from Luxembourg, basking in the golden glow of a truly special day. Today's the 12th of May, and for us folks in Belgium and Czech Republic, it means celebrating the amazing women in our lives – Mothers' Day!

Speaking of amazing women, I just gave my lovely wife a big squeeze and a kiss. We both know what's coming up in just a month – our 25th wedding anniversary! Silver jubilee, folks, can you believe it? Time flies when you're having fun, and surrounded by the ones you love.

Speaking of love, the whole gang's here. The little one's outside with friends, the big girl's back from a SPA, moor racing day with her mates – charged up and glowing! Our son's upstairs diligently conquering those exams, and soon we'll be all gathered around a family feast. We even have an extra plate – the eldest's boyfriend joins us most weekends, practically part of the family now.

This morning started with a symphony of sunshine and soil. Spent a delightful few hours in the greenhouse, planting tomatoes, prepping the potato patch, and creating a cucumber haven with some mesh. Ah, the simple joys of a well-tended garden!

But before the family feast, let me tell you about a truly magical night we had. The aurora borealis, in all its pink and purple glory, decided to grace us with a visit here in Luxembourg! It was a sight to behold, those dancing curtains of celestial light. A touch of the extraordinary in the midst of the ordinary.

And speaking of the extraordinary, let me rewind a bit to a rather eventful Saturday. A friend and neighbour took ill, needing a trip to the hospital. My ever-supportive wife, Nathalie, went to be with his wife, Marijan. Meanwhile, I found myself on a motorbike adventure with Fabio, my friend. His dad's recently been through major and serious prostate cancer surgery, which is why we're big supporters of DGR, a charity that helps men fight this battle. It's a tough one, this cancer business. Fabio's dad, a healthy eater and a fit man before, will never be the same. A stark reminder to cherish good health and the bonds of friendship. 

Anyway, back to the motorbike escapade! Fabio and I, a Bohemian and a Belgian-born-Italian at heart, now Luxembourgers through and through, set off on a scenic journey to his moto garage, as his beloved station required servicing. Just two mates, communicating with hand gestures and enjoying the wind in our hair. We picked up some legendary French fries from a friendly lady at a famous chippy, shared a beer after, and even found a cool spot in the valleys where we want to return with the families, for some downhill carting!

The destination, as they say, isn't what matters. It's the journey, the camaraderie, the shared experiences that make life so rich. So, here's to friendships that transcend borders and languages, to supporting each other through thick and thin. From sunny Luxembourg, I raise a glass to all of you amazing folks out there. May your journeys be safe, your hearts full, and your adventures unforgettable. Be dapper, ride hard (or don't, if motorbikes aren't your thing!), and keep on smiling.

 

Now, about journeys, next week's a corker! The DGR ride's rumbling towards us, and the Luxembourg team will be there, engines purring for a good cause – men's health, you see. This weekend's jaunt on the motorbike was a bit of a warm-up, a nudge reminding us of the jolly awful number of chaps struck by prostate cancer and all sorts of mental troubles. It's no great mystery that motorbikes can be a right good therapist on two wheels. Just me, Fabio, the open road stretching out like a ribbon, and the wind whistling through our helmets – pure freedom, I tell you, pure mental sunshine. A big thank you to Nathalie, my ever-supportive wife, for letting me go gallivanting for a day (even if it was mostly to get the motorbike serviced!). But honestly, that Belgian countryside, bathed in golden light? Pure magic, it was. A memory to treasure, and the perfect way to get our pistons pumping for the DGR. Here's to feeling the wind in our faces, raising awareness, and making a difference, one motorbike ride at a time!

 

Until next time,

Your friend from Luxembourg

From Locomotive Barns to Legendary Bikes: A DGR Countdown Begins

Saturday 4th May 2024

Ah, the joys of a productive week rewarded with a Saturday morning like this. Sun peeks through the clouds, birdsong fills the air, and the aroma of lunch wafts from the oven. A perfect moment to tap away at a quick blog before the DGR ride on May 19th, that's 14 days from now.

Speaking of DGR, last night was a cracker. Picture this: a decommissioned train yard in southern Luxembourg, a renovated locomotive barn transformed into a biker's paradise. Graffiti art, industrial chic, and a communal table bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. The air buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses as we, a motley crew of bikers, devoured burgers and the local brew.

From Triumphs to Ducatis, Royal Enfields to Hondas, our trusty steeds lined up like a chrome-plated menagerie.Triumph, of course, is the DGR's main brand, a name synonymous with British motorcycling excellence. Since 1902,they've been crafting motorcycles that are equal parts style and performance. Remember that iconic scene in The Great Escape? Steve McQueen on a Triumph Bonneville, defying gravity and the Gestapo. Pure cinematic gold.

Royal Enfield, my own steed's brand, boasts an even longer pedigree. Established in 1893, they hold the title of the oldest continuously produced motorcycle marque in the world. Their legendary Bullet model, with its distinctive thump, has been a mainstay on the roads since 1932. It's a testament to the enduring appeal of classic design and mechanical simplicity.

Last night was a celebration of this very spirit – the camaraderie of bikers, the shared passion for two wheels and the open road. We swapped stories, marvelled at each other's machines, and revelled in the sheer joy of being part of this global tribe.

So, here's to the DGR ride on May 19th and all those who participate. May the sun be on our backs, the wind in our hair,and the miles tick by in a blur of good times and the knowledge that we're riding for a good cause. Cheers!

A Ride Through Time: Reminiscing, Reflecting, and Remembering

Saturday 20th Apr 2024

As the gentle purr of my Royal Enfield Meteor 350 echoed through the winding roads on this cool spring morning, I couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity envelop me. The sun played peek-a-boo with the clouds, its warmth fleeting but welcome each time it emerged. A brief shower kissed the earth, refreshing the air and adding a touch of whimsy to the journey.

Amidst this picturesque landscape, I chanced upon a quaint village nestled beneath the gaze of a medieval castle perched upon a rocky precipice. Parking my trusty motorbike outside a window, I sought refuge in a cosy coffee shop, its charm rivalled only by the beauty of the scenery outside. Seated by the window, I indulged in a cup of coffee, a glass of water, and a warm Pain au Chocolat, each bite a delectable delight for the senses.

As I savoured the moment, my thoughts drifted to the previous night's camaraderie with fellow bikers. Last night's serendipitous encounter with fellow DGR bikers/men added an unexpected layer of richness to my journey today. Men from all walks of life and nationalities, brought together by a shared love for motorbikes, purpose, and the whims of chance. As we exchanged stories and laughter, it was evident that our common passion transcended boundaries and connected us on a deeper level. We enjoyed a selection of Indian snacks, beer, and enriching discussions that filled the air as we reminisced and shared stories.

Wien I returned home, the evening culminated in a heartfelt tribute to my dear friend and late godfather, Phil, who succumbed to cancer in August 2008. His memory, ever-present in my heart, brought tears to my eyes and a renewed sense of purpose.

This morning, I discovered a touching donation from my daughter to the Distinguished Gentlemen Ride, accompanied by a heartfelt note honouring Phil's legacy. It was a poignant reminder of the impact he had on our lives and the importance of supporting men's health initiatives.

As I sit here, in my motorbike gear, sipping coffee, penning these words, I am reminded of the inherent strength and resilience of men throughout history. Fathers, brothers, comrades – their sacrifices often overlooked yet essential in shaping the fabric of society. Despite societal changes, the instinct to provide, protect, and persevere remains ingrained within us.

In a world where the focus often shifts elsewhere, let us not forget the silent struggles faced by men every day – be it cancer, mental health issues, or societal expectations. Let us honour their sacrifices, celebrate their contributions, and extend a hand of support when needed.

As I take to the open road once more, I carry with me the memories of Phil and all those who have left an indelible mark on my life. May their spirit guide us forward, reminding us of the enduring strength found within each and every one of us.

And so, I reach out to you, dear reader, to remember not only Phil but also your loved ones, friends, and friends of friends who have faced their own battles. In their honour, I ask for a small gesture of support in the form of a donation to initiatives like the Distinguished Gentlemen Ride, where every contribution, no matter how small, makes a difference in the lives of men everywhere. Together, let us ride towards a brighter, healthier future for all.

Gearing Up for Phil: A Distinguished Ride Against a Dastardly Foe

Wednesday 3rd Apr 2024

Life, as they say, can be a right old curmudgeon. Sixteen years ago, it dealt us a particularly rotten hand. Phil, a chap who embodied the very essence of a soulmate for my wife and a soon-to-be godfather to our three sprogs, was whisked away by the beastly clutches of cancer. The news arrived with all the subtlety of a rogue badger in a china shop – just days before we were due to reunite in England after a three-year stint in North America.

Buckingham, a place brimming with fond memories of Phil's infectious laughter and ever-present twinkle, became the backdrop for a whirlwind of shock and grief. We were mere days from packing our bags, eager to reminisce over a pint or two, when fate intervened, serving us a reality check as cold and unforgiving as a winter's frost. Phil was gone.

Since then, I've donned the metaphorical running shoes (and the occasional, rather splendid Movember moustache) in various charity endeavours, raising a respectable, if somewhat modest, amount for cancer research. But this year, I'm taking things up a notch – a rather stylish notch, that is.

On May 19th, 2024, I'll be joining the Distinguished Gentleman's Ride (DGR) – a global brotherhood of motorcycle aficionados united against a most ungentlemanly foes: prostate cancer and men's health issues. Picture this: a sea of classic motorcycles, riders impeccably attired, tearing down the road for a righteous cause. That's the DGR spirit in all its glory!

This year, my trusty Royal Enfield Meteor 350 won't just be a mode of transport, it'll be a two-wheeled tribute. Riding alongside fellow enthusiasts in Luxembourg, both friends and friendly foes, we'll be making some serious noise for Phil, and all frinds close and far. For me, this inaugural DGR experience is dedicated to him, a testament to the incredible mark he left on our lives.

Every contribution, no matter how grand or humble, fuels research and support programs for men battling prostate cancer and mental health challenges. It's a chance to transform Phil's memory into something powerful, something that saves lives.

So, chin up, chaps (and chapettes)! Join me on this ride for a brighter future! (Link to donation page)

Together, we can raise a ruckus and make a difference, all while looking terribly distinguished on our motorcycles. After all, a well-dressed rider with a noble cause – that's a sight to behold!

In loving memory of Phil, a friend who'd be chuffed (and perhaps a little envious) to see me astride a motorbike for such a cause.

I'm Riding for Men's Health in The Distinguished Gentleman's Ride

Sunday 31st Mar 2024 On Sunday the 19th of May 2024, I'm riding in The Distinguished Gentleman's Ride with fellow men and women across the globe to raise funds and awareness for prostate cancer and men's mental health on behalf of Movember. Men die on average 6 years earlier than women and for largely preventable reasons. The number of men that are suffering is growing, and we need to do something about that. So, before I press my tweed and polish my boots, I'm asking you to join me in raising funds and awareness for these causes by donating what you can for this meaningful cause and to help the men we love, live happier and healthier lives.