06-13-2015, 02:39 AM
Funny how things come back to you and what seemed curious becomes very clear. Having just got home from straddling the Prime Meridian and inspecting the chronometer that finally made easy the calculation of latitude, I was making a cup of tea in the flat I'm renting. I thought I could read some forum posts before wandering up the road to the pub. As I made my way to my chair, I heard the howl of a sports bike and was reminded that, in spite of the diminishing tread on the FJR's rear tyre, Pterodactyl had made mincemeat of the Dragon on the day after the rally broke up. We headed back down 129 towards Robbinsville and stopped at the bottom of the Chedah Dam to make some technical adjustment or another.
The tranquility was suddenly and violently disturbed by the howl of a sports bike heading north up 129. It's not much of a corner, but he had the knee down and must have been doing between 100-120 mph. He shot across the river, dropped it a couple of gears and vanished up the hill towards Deals Gap. I looked at Pterodactyl and saw a glint in his eye.
Only now do I understand why he had to have a new rear tyre.
The tranquility was suddenly and violently disturbed by the howl of a sports bike heading north up 129. It's not much of a corner, but he had the knee down and must have been doing between 100-120 mph. He shot across the river, dropped it a couple of gears and vanished up the hill towards Deals Gap. I looked at Pterodactyl and saw a glint in his eye.
Only now do I understand why he had to have a new rear tyre.