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STeveo:
Thanks for these posts. Although I have read this book a couple of times it is still a good read to have again.
Biggles:
It was plainly impossible to move the bike, so I began to unload it. I noticed immediately that my water bag was empty, the plastic perforated, the contents drained away. Well at least l had a litre of distilled water. With all the luggage off I glanced in the gas tank. Had it been possible at this stage to shock me, I would have been shocked. There was only a puddle of gasoline left, hardly a gallon. My fuel consumption was twice what it should have been, and when I thought about it, that was perfectly natural. Grinding along in second gear over a loose surface in such heat, it is what you would expect. Only I, of course, had not expected it.
Ted Simon Jupiter's Travels p 82
Biggles:
Scooping the sand out by hand took half an hour, but I managed to make a lane back to the firmer ground. There was a bit of brush growing on the dunes, and I paved my lane with twigs. Then, inch by inch, I was able to haul the bike back to where I wanted it. Again I had lost a lot of sweat, and I got the water bottle out. It was warm to the touch. I put it to my lips, and then spat vigorously on the ground, mustering as much of my own good saliva as I could. The bottle contained acid.
Battery acid.
Ted Simon Jupiter's Travels p 82
ST2UP:
Ahhh…..familiarity :beer
Biggles:
If falling were a competitive sporting event, I would be a champion. Sometimes, on deeply rutted tracks like the one between Gedaref and Metema, it was impossible to avoid a fall.
(Getting it up again) was an exhausting exercise because I could not lift the bike without unpacking everything first.
Ted Simon Jupiter's Travels p 92
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