until you almost fall in .” The pool . The bloody pool in the middle of nowhere . I have just one question . “ Is there any water ?” Moments later I am below the surface . I sink and just stay under . It ’ s surprisingly cold and overloaded with chlorine . I feel the caked dust delaminating from my face . The water seeping and washing over my sore body . I feel refreshed . I feel alive .
So how exactly did my mate Big Mike and myself end up dirty , broken , and exhausted , in that pool in a Karoo hamlet called
Matjiesfontein ? It started a few weeks earlier when I called Juan at Harley Davidson in Cape Town . He took a couple minutes to come around to the idea of a blind guy travelling as a pillion with his big mate on one of his demo hogs . The bike in question , had just won a plethora of awards . Best innovation bike . Best adventure bike . Best overall bike of the year . It had pretty much scooped them all . We just had to put it to our own test to be sure they got it right . The new Harley Davidson Pan America . An adventure bike that has left many people a little confused and speechless , me included .
We left some seriously worried faces at the HD headquarters in Cape Town . Mike had told me how jaws dropped , and eyes widened , when we divulged our planned route for the day . The Tankwa Karoo is well known for eating tyres and that ’ s when you stick to the main roads . We were going to cross them all , but on the proverbial roads less taken . Or lack of roads less taken is perhaps a more accurate statement . Our route was sort of pan shaped . The handle being the main highway that leads to
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