Every October thousands of motorcycles decsend on the sleepy medieval village of Sant’Angelo in Vado in Le Marche, Italy for the international Motorcycle & White Truffle Festival! Revving engines, fragrant truffles, endless local craft beer and wine… what more could you want?! This year marks the 38th anniversary of what seems like an unlikely pair: truffles and motorcycles yet in Italy they marry perfectly!  The cobblestone streets fill with hundreds (and sometimes thousands) of motorcycles from around the world, all converging on this tiny town to celebrate two things: bikes and white truffles!

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XXXVII Motoraduno Nazionale – XX Internazionale del Tartufo Bianco Pregiato organizzato dal Moto Club “Tonino Benelli” di Sant’Angelo in Vado
Music: Open Highway by Silent Partner


The truffle festival lasts all month in Sant’Angelo, but the best night to go is the night of the ‘Motoraduno’ when Italians dress in their leathers, firing up their engines and indulge in the finer things in life – wine served to you in a ceramic mug on a string and fragrant rare white truffles and in recent years fantastic local craft beer. The old cantina’s in town open their doors to serve cheap wine, homemade goods and pump house music.

Once the bikers arrive, they register their license plate number & for 6 Euro are given a little mug that ties around their neck (brilliantly, so you don’t loose your cup). And now with that little mug, vino at any of the cantinas is free! I must say, Jason noted there was not one cop, bouncer, security guard, rent-a-cop, polizie, carbinerei – nothing – in sight! It was just one of those little things that you notice & think – that’s nice.
Since this is Italy, everyone has the perfect outfit for the bike they ride- usually in a matching or complimentary colors.  Put away the stereotypes of the big bellies (ok there are a few found) and aggressive behavior – young & old, everyone is here to have fun, and most end up singing in the streets arm in arm. It always cracks me up to see the old ladies chatting it up around the bikes as well.
The motorcycles on display range from old classics to Moto Guzzi’s, a few Harley’s & Ducati’s…and of course outrageous showstoppers.

So, I pulled on my skinny black jeans and cowboy boots (trying my best to blend) and we headed into town. The weather couldn’t have been better, a warm late October evening meant the streets were packed with revellers with the smell of truffles and chestnuts thick in the air.

  We ducked down an alley and made our way to the roasted chestnuts and spiced wine (an annual tradition of ours!) and enjoyed the sounds of the river and revving engines as the sun set and the full moon was rising!


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