Friday, November 21, 2003
Hard Riding in Honduras
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Honduran Highways
In Honduras what the map says and what the roads are, are in fact very different things. Coming out of Gracias after a great day at the hotsprings Andy and I started to make tracks to Tegucigalpa on what was drawn up on the map as a major throughway. After about 5 minutes of neglected road, the road stopped all together. Now we were travelling on thick, greasy mud paths. I have been carrying a spare set of tires since the U.S, but have not mounted them yet because I wanted to really get some miles on the ones I had. So, with all but bald tread I found myself sliding all over the road. At mile 50 it happened. The front wheel started to get away from me so I cranked the throttle to correct myself. The ass of the bike swings in front of me then catches a rock and I am launched in the air and to the mud. Sitting in the grit I watch as my bike spins around and around on the road ejecting various parts of the mechanism and my luggage.
I AM FINE, but the bike is uglier than ever.
Little more tape, metal wire and a couple of smokes later and we are rolling againÂ…much slower.
My indestructible metal luggage bag is now flat and hanging off bike frame by zip ties, but at least she is still running and I am able to laugh, well, grunt about the whole thing.
Off to Nicaragua today, the guide books promise great roads, we shall see.
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posted by Xavier - RoadWarrior on 12:32 PM
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Honduran Highways
In Honduras what the map says and what the roads are, are in fact very different things. Coming out of Gracias after a great day at the hotsprings Andy and I started to make tracks to Tegucigalpa on what was drawn up on the map as a major throughway. After about 5 minutes of neglected road, the road stopped all together. Now we were travelling on thick, greasy mud paths. I have been carrying a spare set of tires since the U.S, but have not mounted them yet because I wanted to really get some miles on the ones I had. So, with all but bald tread I found myself sliding all over the road. At mile 50 it happened. The front wheel started to get away from me so I cranked the throttle to correct myself. The ass of the bike swings in front of me then catches a rock and I am launched in the air and to the mud. Sitting in the grit I watch as my bike spins around and around on the road ejecting various parts of the mechanism and my luggage.
I AM FINE, but the bike is uglier than ever.
Little more tape, metal wire and a couple of smokes later and we are rolling againÂ…much slower.
My indestructible metal luggage bag is now flat and hanging off bike frame by zip ties, but at least she is still running and I am able to laugh, well, grunt about the whole thing.
Off to Nicaragua today, the guide books promise great roads, we shall see.
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posted by Xavier - RoadWarrior on 12:32 PM
