with the punishing corrugations.
The corrugations didn’t relent the
following day and as Oliver and his
‘big red car’ drifted further away in
my rear-view mirror I thought ‘how
the hell does she just keep going?’.
Megan was well off into the distance,
just coping with the conditions, in
her words, “not minding the feeling
of the bike slapping from side to side”.
I wasn’t faring so well. Standing
on the pegs my head bobbled around
like a crazy ornament on some car’s
dashboard. Sitting down, my low-
er back, my kidneys were taking a
pounding. Yet, I was enjoying the
ride. Challenging, yes! Unenjoyable,
no! This was what adventure riding
was about, challenging ones self in
conditions that aren’t perfect, yet the
scenery, the experience making it all
worthwhile.
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