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Day Dreaming On The Road To Langtang |
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Monday, 13 July 2009 15:40 |
"How many times did I ride to Langtang?"
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...and how many times did I swear "Never Again!"
The first 75k’s just get you warmed up. Then the Bullet begins to rattle. Exhaust brackets fracture, mirrors start flapping; seat feels like iron, then the fork seals pop. Bones jarred to splinters then the black-top just stops; I knew it would. 65kms more of low gear shuffles, on a road made of pebbles.
How nice would it be, for forks that take out the knocks, to twist and roar up the steep climb, on a frame that clings to the mountain side and dances across the landslides?
Sometimes a smooth bit and back in the saddle, ease the pain, an instant of pleasure; blurred fantasies of a powerful off-roader, then wide awake with a bottomless fall. Slippery mud, the landslides at Dunche with the sun fading as you loop down to Shyabru.
My dream bike... |
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