The Jungle Run riders soon learned that motorcycling in Thailand
is far different that the USA. While there are millions of motorcycles
on the roads, riding is very risky, especially in the Chiang Mai area.
This was no place for a beginner to rent a bike and start to build on
his/her riding skills. From December 27, 2002 – January 1, 2003
there were 514 deaths in Thailand, or 4 road deaths per hour. Another
statistic was during the same period there were 29,485 injuries, or 204
per hour. Chiang Mai reported the highest number of accidents, and most
were from drunk driving, and a number of those involved, particularly
motorcyclists, did not possess a driving license.
A local Thai motorcyclist displays her riding style.
While there is a helmet law in Thailand, many ignore it, and the weather
is so hot leathers, boots and gloves are seldom seen.
As the Jungle Runners enjoyed the splendor and comforts of the traditional
Mae Sai Plaza Guesthouse, overlooking the four-foot deep river that separated
Thailand from Burma, they speculated on what they would find in the morning
when they crossed into Burma.
No one spoke Burmese and Ow Dog made it clear he would be unable to
read the Chinese script often used. Once across, the riders realized
that driving was done of the right side of the road, that roads were
in poor condition and there was no such thing as a motorcycle shop for
anything larger than some Chinese made 125-cc two stroke bikes. In a
graveyard they realized for the first time they had seen none on the
Thai side, where most people are cremated.
Pondering the cultural differences a 100-foot wide river made between
Myanmar and Thailand, Bone Dog asked, “If this is what it’s
like in Burma, what are we going to find in Laos, our next stop?”
The answer was, “You’ve seen the best there is. For the
next 800 kilometers phones wont work, the electricity goes off to the
whole town at night, and the roads are impassible when it rains.”
Mountain Dog asked, “How much off-road riding will there be
after we get across the Mekong?” The answer was “200 kilometers
the first day, and it will take us five to seven hours.”
Ow Dog was drooling when he said, “Let’s hurry up and
get there.”
Purple Dog asked, “What kind of toilets do they have, and will
there be toilet paper?”
The answer was, “You need to get back into your Basic Training
Mode and practice squat jumps, and Rule # 1 for traveling in this part
of the world is ‘Always carry paper.’”
Coy Dog, the youngest in the pack and single, “Will I be able
to get an oil massage when we get there?”
The answer was, “Now on that you’ll have to ask the locals.”
Then Little Dog, known as a self-proclaimed wastrel and constantly
concerned with niggling, asked, “What is the exchange rate?”
One Big Dog spat into the dust then said, “You’ll feel
like a rich man when you get there. They’ll give you 10,660 kip
for each dollar, which means if you break a $100.00 bill you will get
back a stack of 5,000 kip notes an inch high.”
Purple Dog, now concerned with his intake of food after his earlier
experience with his exhaust consistency, finally
said, “Tell you
what. You lead us to a McDonalds and I’ll pay for everyone’s
meal!”
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It’s said, “You can take the American
out of America, but you can not take America out of the American.” Proving
this axiom is true was the beeline the Magnificent 7 made to the only
McDonalds north of Bangkok, Thailand to the North Pole!
As the Magnificent 7 set off on the final leg of their Jungle Run,
the winds blowing through the elephant grass whispered, “Only Buddha
knows if you will find a Big Mac, but we’ve got to thank Buddha
for allowing us to experience the vortex of the best Jungle Riding in
the world.”
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The “Magnificent 7 Jungle Runners” from
left to right: Greg Frazier, Dan Haft, Mike Curtis, Jim Campbell, David
Ow, John Richardson and Jim Key.
(If you think you have the “Ride Stuff” to try real adventure,
contact www.globalmotorcycleadventures.com. The next
Jungle Run is by invitation only and limited to four special riders.
These are not guided
motorcycle tours; they are motorcycle expeditions.)
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