I rode a motorcycle to Zurich from Germany in 1978. For a 20 year old American army private on a 3-day pass, it was the adventure of a lifetime. The ride through the Alps was awesome.
I had a 750 Triumph Tiger with 8" overs. Sleeping bag and pancho rolled up and tied to the sissy bar like Then Came Bronson. I partied at some bars, then camped put on a hill next to Zurinch International Airport.
The women looked just like they do in the movies: fishnet stockngs, skimpy black mini-skirts, tight little red blouse, and a red beret. I don't remember the name of the one I hooked up with, but she was fine.

I bought a couple of Swiss Army knives and some chocolate, then headed north back to Germany.