I hang my helmet on the handlebars and take off my gloves. As usual, I park my motorbike in the last bay at the front. „Ziegenberg“ is my favourite car park here on the A36. Between dense forests and secluded lakes, there are places for rest area cruising here in the Harz Mountains where men meet - with an excitement that only nature can conjure up.
While the metropolises beckon with bars, saunas and clubs, something special draws me here, even in the cold season: furtive glances, a promise, and the tingling feeling of not knowing who I'll meet next out here.
Encounters at the side of the road
People with very different stories: Tradesmen, commuters, younger people in sports gear, older people with curious looks on their faces. They all stop here. Spontaneously or because a familiar car is back in the car park.
There is a hint of expectation in the cool air between the noise of the traffic and the shielded greenery of the small wooded area. I can almost feel someone getting out of a car that has been steamed up from the inside. A wandering gaze that lingers longer. Tension as if to cut. Contact is made, wordlessly. Some stay briefly, others linger.
The minutes pass. Then a moment that feels right ...
Cruising rest area between lake, forest and silent signals
I think back to last summer: further up in the mountains, at Zankwieser Teich, nudists are drawn to the sun, lake and contact in the bushes. The path through the undergrowth makes me full of expectation. Rays of sunshine in the branches, footsteps as if muffled. Towels on the shore, bodies in the warm light, the occasional glance, longer than by chance.
As if nature and eroticism were flowing into one another: a gentle breeze on your skin, the silence of the forest, a smile, a touch as you pass by. Rules that everyone here seems to know. Also respect, leaving space. Until a nod calls for closeness. Nothing is guaranteed. Encounters are open until they happen.
Rest area cruising between pleasure, risk and responsibility
Countless used condoms on the forest floor: dealing with risk is part of the game here. The remoteness demands attention: Always have your mobile phone with you, keep an eye on your surroundings. Knowing what I'm looking for and what I'm not. If something feels strange, I walk away.
The encounters driven by lust, embedded in responsibility. Heat knew no tomorrow.
Cruising rest area in winter light
Now in winter, everything draws together. The air is clearer, the views more direct. And yet: car parks like warm islands in a frosty land. That also has its charm. A cracked arse in the beam of the car headlights. The biting cold of the fresh air. The quiet but intense crunching under my boots.
- This is also a silent community: men who have known each other for years, recognise each other, usually without names, without speaking.
In the shade of the fir trees, I touch strangers full of lust. Unknown and yet familiar. Wild and yet full of respect.
I stroll back to the motorbike, fulfilled. I jump over the frozen puddles through the shadows of the night. Light as a feather and yet completely grounded and with myself. Nothing is loud or glaring. I feel a depth in a quiet way that only the land knows. For me, this is only possible here.
From the Cruising Guide
This article was taken from the IWWIT Cruising Guide
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