They build them right...
Normally i would be far to ashamed to admit to this, however i think perhaps in a kharmic sense my confesion will be cathartic and absolve mw of my "sin".
I am now in Khartoum, nearly at teh end of my Cape to Cairo trip. I got here, with my dear old 34L from near the Ethiopia border on the back of a truck...
Jusy after the border i heard the type of sound that bikers wake up to in a sweat, relieved that it was just a bad dream. I thought my bike was dead. 3 days later in Khartoum i tentatively opened the cluth cover to find the cause of the sound: I had put the final drive gear on backwards, back in Cape Town some 16000km ago! The bike has been running on the 2mm of teeth that were actually engaged and only now did the poor beast give in. I have rectified the problem and it is now runing beautifully.
I am well impressed with the bike and absolutlely ashamed with myself. Of course i am busy formulating a heroic excuse for the folks back home...
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"If we don't find something good at least we will find something new." Voltaire
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