PROBLEMATIC PROBLEMS...
Day 33
Start – Wang Tako Finish – Hui Hin Distance travelled – 349 km Words - Swells |
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Twenty One Horses doesn't hit the road early often, but today was special. Rolling out at 7 AM the birds sung in the trees whilst the morning sun shattered into a kaleidoscope of colors off a dead bug's guts smeared on my helmets visa. Bangkok lay ahead some 500 k's promising streets full of chaotic adventure and more importantly my special lady friend was due to arrive just before mid-day tomorrow via the somewhat cheating form of transport - an "Aeroplane".
The roads in Thailand have been fast and in good condition. The Asian Highway which we are currently racing along is a two lane dual carriage-way which will deliver us to Bangkok's outskirts. As in the previous south East Asian countries we have been through, the Asian highway has a lager shoulder free of debris dedicated for the slower scooter to safely travel down. Or the faster motor bike to undertake on while the other two lanes are otherwise occupied with trucks completing in some sort of exact same speed competition. All this information can be pushed into a non-invented trip computer which handles questions such as "how long to we get there?" To yield a satisfactory “this afternoon!” result. That is however until the TTR factor comes into play. Still nursing the TTR along this time due to a fuel starvation problem our top speed existed between 75 and 90 km/hr. Luke and I have both found that while fixing one problematic problem on the bike it often results in a new problem occurring - as in the hip bone is connected to the leg bone type scenario. Luke wisely hypothesis that while correcting a fuel leak issue by lowering the maximum height of fuel allowed in the bowl he inadvertently created a starvation issue which only presents itself while the bike is under hard throttle conditions. If only we possessed the power of hindsight before the fact the world would be a better place.
Dan who was lost in a world of helmet music and traffic weaving quickly left Luke and I in his wake. While Dan, AKA - Captain Jimi Giggle hit warp speed on the SS WR both Luke and I continued to have problems. Luke was carrying a half bottle of engine oil which decided that now was as good as time as any to go on and open himself oozing his slippery oil guts all through Luke's bike pannier. Shortly later I experience the sudden need to make toilet while weaving through traffic. Alerting Luke to a potentially explosive situation with hand gestures I sped off in search of facilities with my buns squeezed shut. Luke understood perfectly and we reunited at a service station where I could take full breaths once again. Having not seen Dan for a while it was good to make contact via the unreliable Messenger app. Having fallen out of warp speed the SS WR was docked at a McDonalds 60 k's away. Not being aware of the sector Dan had found we arrived in town to find a vibrant beach side community with an exciting atmosphere. After smashing McDonalds into our face holes we rolled down to the beach for a swim/bath/clothes wash. Floating in the warm waters of the Gulf of Thailand Dan concluded that all days should be like this - start early, finish early. A sentiment not lost on his audience. Through group discussion it quickly became apparent Dan and Luke both wanted to spend the night in Hui Hin recovering from a problematic problem style of day. My brains core temp started to rise as it usually does when faced with options - leave the group now or wait and leave with the team early tomorrow morning. Half an hour later as a cool soothing beer elegantly spewed out of its containment vessel to flow freely down my face hole the decision was made. Sleep here and leave early in the morning...
The roads in Thailand have been fast and in good condition. The Asian Highway which we are currently racing along is a two lane dual carriage-way which will deliver us to Bangkok's outskirts. As in the previous south East Asian countries we have been through, the Asian highway has a lager shoulder free of debris dedicated for the slower scooter to safely travel down. Or the faster motor bike to undertake on while the other two lanes are otherwise occupied with trucks completing in some sort of exact same speed competition. All this information can be pushed into a non-invented trip computer which handles questions such as "how long to we get there?" To yield a satisfactory “this afternoon!” result. That is however until the TTR factor comes into play. Still nursing the TTR along this time due to a fuel starvation problem our top speed existed between 75 and 90 km/hr. Luke and I have both found that while fixing one problematic problem on the bike it often results in a new problem occurring - as in the hip bone is connected to the leg bone type scenario. Luke wisely hypothesis that while correcting a fuel leak issue by lowering the maximum height of fuel allowed in the bowl he inadvertently created a starvation issue which only presents itself while the bike is under hard throttle conditions. If only we possessed the power of hindsight before the fact the world would be a better place.
Dan who was lost in a world of helmet music and traffic weaving quickly left Luke and I in his wake. While Dan, AKA - Captain Jimi Giggle hit warp speed on the SS WR both Luke and I continued to have problems. Luke was carrying a half bottle of engine oil which decided that now was as good as time as any to go on and open himself oozing his slippery oil guts all through Luke's bike pannier. Shortly later I experience the sudden need to make toilet while weaving through traffic. Alerting Luke to a potentially explosive situation with hand gestures I sped off in search of facilities with my buns squeezed shut. Luke understood perfectly and we reunited at a service station where I could take full breaths once again. Having not seen Dan for a while it was good to make contact via the unreliable Messenger app. Having fallen out of warp speed the SS WR was docked at a McDonalds 60 k's away. Not being aware of the sector Dan had found we arrived in town to find a vibrant beach side community with an exciting atmosphere. After smashing McDonalds into our face holes we rolled down to the beach for a swim/bath/clothes wash. Floating in the warm waters of the Gulf of Thailand Dan concluded that all days should be like this - start early, finish early. A sentiment not lost on his audience. Through group discussion it quickly became apparent Dan and Luke both wanted to spend the night in Hui Hin recovering from a problematic problem style of day. My brains core temp started to rise as it usually does when faced with options - leave the group now or wait and leave with the team early tomorrow morning. Half an hour later as a cool soothing beer elegantly spewed out of its containment vessel to flow freely down my face hole the decision was made. Sleep here and leave early in the morning...
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