January 24th, 2003
"Really Had No Choice..."
This is a short one. Judging from a lot of responses I got, my
last post must've made it sound like I wasn't enjoying
I decided I was really sick of public transport--buses, trains, rickshaws,
stations, timetables, lateness--not just in
Drove my motorcycle and ownership papers back to my hotel today. Since my
back-fired horse-buying venture in
The mechanics who overhauled it used the following tools for all that: big
hammer, small hammer, big flathead screwdriver, small flathead screwdriver,
wrench set, crescent wrench, big pliers, and a small pliers. Then there were the
"specialty" tools that were used only occasionally: tinsnips, piece of a broken
hacksaw blade, bent up nail with a flattened tip, rat-tail file, flat file, pipe
wrench, metal rod, assorted pipes and sockets--some welded to t-bars, and a
piece of paper serving as a feeler gauge. High tech, huh?
The cycle? 1993
They're cool bikes, but Enfields are not famous for reliability. Talked to a guy
a while ago who'd been touring for 5 months with one and said something needs
fixing about every 2 days. The good thing is that parts are cheap and most
things can be fixed with a screwdriver and a BFH.
So I'm off tomorrow. Leaving
Life should get interesting soon, and I'm excited.
'There is only one success--to be able to spend your life in your own way'
(-Christopher Morley)
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