All things are possible. . .

Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
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Trip End Mar 29, 2010


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Sunday, January 17, 2010

. . .if you have enough time, that is. 
Currently on Indian time, we are two days behind from departing.  Yesterday we saddled up the steeds and took off, only for me to lose first gear for about half the time.  Didn't get out of delhi even before this decided to happen.  I figured it would break in over time, so we decided to move on. 
A couple of clicks later, however, Tom's horn broke, and that was the clincher.  A horn is as important as tires in India, it is dangerous to ride without one as you cannot announce your presence to the throngs of vehicles and people crossing and driving the street at all angles.
So we decided it best to make the trek back to the shop and have the bikes fixed.
Losing Tom in the traffic which I was unable to cross fast enough when starting from second gear, I took another way back, being nearly killed just once.  Pretty much a record for one hour's drive, I usually expect to be nearly killed at least once every five minutes. . .

So needless to say I arrived at the shop about 20 minutes behind my comrade, there to discover the young mechanic with the side cover of the timing box open.  Apparently Tom's clutch went out just after we split up, and he had to go non-stop through the busy streets and also find his way to the shop without halting once.  No small feat that.
One new clutch housing later for him, and a gear adjustment for me put us at about 2 in the afternoon, much too late to make  even Jaipur, so with a free afternoon to go, there were beers on the roof of the Hotel Yes Please, then more beer on the top of Metropolis, a few more at Green Chillie's, and a rounding up at the Gem bar.   Needless to say neither was in condition to jump on a hot motorcycle to the desert this morning either.  In addition, Tom has had upsetting news that one of his best friends has been in an auto accident in France, so he is awaiting word of the poor fellow's condition before we can make our way out of Delhi again.  So far, no news means good news.
While on the subject of this man, Perhaps I should relate some of the reason he is here with me in the first place.  English by birth (amd accent) he lived in France from about the age of 10, and has been off and on in Laos for the past ten years or so, where he has a good steady girl.
Having lost his father 6 months ago in a falling down stairs accident, his family has decided to rendezvous here and spread his ashes in Varanasi, a place where the young mom and dad spent several good months many years ago together.  Tom's father had often spoke of wanting to return to that place, but the poor man just did not live long enough to realize that particular dream.  Now he will return to have his remains blessed and scattered in the river Ganges.  A very good send-off, I should think.
This will take place in about a month, so in the interim he gets to ride with me.  Will be nice for a change to have a brother to watch my back, and I his.   That is, barring any more mechanical tragedies.  Hopefully my next installation will be from Pushkar or some such place.  India is the place where everything is possible, but you certainly do have to wait for it.
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Ah, the Metropolis, the Gem Bar! Horrible beer, disgusting whisky. Slapped any more faces in there recently Josh? Enjoying your blog, take care mate.

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