From my terrace, you can see far, far away. Marvelous sights, too. And you can also hear from far, far away. Now that the tourist season has started in earnest, the only thing you can actually hear is the wheezing, roaring, coughing, rumbling, and farting of motorcycles of all makes. During the rest of the year, you can occasionally hear the bikes owned by the boys from Motovun and the surrounding villages, but now the bikers come from far away places. At the moment, many of them are from Slovenia, Italy, Austria, and Germany. There are thousands of them, too. Sitting on top of the Motovun hill, you can enjoy the rumpus all day long. If you are knowledgeable about biking, the hilltown is the right place for you. After a day or two, you could tell every single bike from every other. “Ah,” you would raise your index finger to the cheers of your many friends sitting around you in one of the watering holes on the lower square, “that’s a Ducati Monster!”