Iceland: Reykjavik and the Golden Circle

Iceland: Reykjavik and the Golden Circle
On the basis of its name, you'd expect Iceland to be swathed in snowdrifts and its shores locked in a frozen sea. But thanks to the warming influence of the Gulf Stream's ocean currents, the coarsely serrated coastline that looms through swirling clouds in the window of my Icelandair Boeing 757 appears mostly green.

Southwest Iceland may be short on ice in early September, but rain it has aplenty. The same warm currents that modify its temperature (mainland Iceland's northern tip is minutes from the Arctic Circle) carry moist air that drops its soggy cargo over the island. But the forecast promises a brighter tomorrow and two dry days following. Time to ride!

I have three days to explore the area around Reykjavik while my wife presents a training program at the university. Cheryl's contact there, Guthrun Hognadottir, kindly introduces me (everyone seems to know everyone else) to Frank Pitt, the local Fiat, Alfa, and Ducati distributor. Immigrants are required to adopt an Icelandic name on acquiring citizenship, but Frank's unusually Anglophonic name is a result of being born here. His British father was stationed in Iceland during WWII, then he married and settled here.

Frank has generously offered to lend me his demonstrator and personal ride, a fully tricked out S4R Monster with Termignioni pipes and carbon fiber everything. He also suggests I hook up with the Ducati club for their Thursday night ride as he hands me the keys. That would be nice, I muse, anticipating a relaxing twilight ride around the city, ending up at a coffee bar. But there are sights to see first.