Flat rear tire in the first 100km… Mike and Nick hadn’t seen it happen and continued riding on the toll-way. Due to the concrete island in the middle they couldn’t turn around for 20 kilometers and had to pay the toll three times to reach me. (about an hour)
Slow process to fix the first flat, we were only 50m ffrom a professional. We found food and some beer at a shop near the toll booth and talked our way into spending the night in a local’s backyard.
Nightfall day two we were frantically looking for somewhere to bed down along a dirt road we had taken.Â Compassionately,Â woman offered her property and we ended up staying in the barn as the the rain fell.
Day 3,Â my front tyre was changed for something a little more off-road capable. 2 hours later I cooked a corner and ended up sliding, leg under, down the dirt road.
Exhaustion struck when we hit some really soft sand, I was unable toÂ keep the bike upright,Â and didn’t have the strength to lift it when it was down.
Greasing the chains were forgotten to be regularly oiled resulting in them being destroyed in the dust at an alarming rate.
TakingÂ a side road into a parkÂ my frame bolts broke forcing us to tie the bike together and return to civilization and watch a backyard mechanic brutalize the repair.
We were learning -Â always fixing, forever chasing a welder,Â and I seemed to keep throwing myself off and riding way too fast.