Gedinne, a charÂming litÂtle vilÂlage at the borÂders of a nice padÂdock. On the edge of that pasÂtoÂral padÂdock a beauÂtiÂful road that climbs and desÂcends, turÂning left and right, and which, forÂced by the logics of benÂding and sweeÂping in all kinds of direcÂtions, ends up where it first starÂted. Which turns out to be very pracÂtiÂcal when you want to lap that road on your motorÂcycle. LapÂping this road seveÂral conseÂcuÂtive times you end up having a race, a beauÂtiÂful race, a hot race! As eveÂryÂbody wants the cheÂqueÂred flag first all ends up in the heat of the fight. And because of that heat they get thirsty, so some of them decide to mount a tent, put some tables and chairs in it, and a bar, of course.
NeedÂless to say that those guys were BelÂgian adepts of clasÂsic racing motorÂcycles. So they founÂded a club they named CRMB (ClasÂsic Racing MotorÂcycles BelÂgium). An English name yes, because as good BelÂgians they thought it sounds betÂter that way.