May 30
Sometimes the Universe conspires in our favour. And today was to be that day. For a few furlongs into the ride, a tractor with a dismembered wheel, lying carelessly in the shade of a raw construction, catches our eye. The idle rim hinting at the possibility of capable hands behind the wheel. We follow the dirt track to the construction and as we do, a greased human bobs up into our view port. We ask for help and, to our relief, we get it. He gets to work, removing the seat, disentangling the tank from the rest of the machine; but not before he empties the fuel into 2 large canisters. He flips over the tank so we may view its innards; his face beaming through multiple cracks. It will need to be gas welded. It will need to be taken elsewhere for our saviour in shining grease hasn't the equipment. And so, he, along with an aid who hugs the tank like he has loved no other, hop on their trusty scooter and leave us with a promise to be back within the hour.
Facebook update: Motors bike tank leaking. Gas welding being done @50 bucks.
30 May at 09:54 via Text message
Satyen Poojary
M-Seal lagao ;) ... Where are you guys now?
30 May at 10:23
Gopinath Venugopal
Day One..rocking.
30 May at 10:26
Anil Correa
no wonder he was able to put 21 liters of fuel in it.
30 May at 10:28
Adway Kudalkar
@anil yeah... :)
30 May at 12:08
Snehil Pandey
hahaha...thank god pata chal gaya
30 May at 12:51
Sagar Raikar
kaun bola 21l bharne
31 May at 00:11
We idle our time away; sometimes toying with our phones, mostly indulging in pointless discussions on Karizma vs Pulsar perpetuated by their respective owners. I am reluctant to call these discussions "debates" for they would have to have the intellectual equivalence of "My father is better than your father" in the debating realm. Spiderweb manages to activate GPRS on his trusty phone and installs Google Latitude - a magnificent GPS Navigation system telling us where we are, where we want to be (with a little help from us) and how to get from here to there. The system will help us out of some tight spots in the days to come. My phone gives in to a dying battery. Nothing unproductive left to do. I remove my jacket, fold it up, find myself some shade and drift into oblivion.
I'm awakened by Motorbreath announcing that our saviour has since returned. The cracks have disappeared. Brand new scratches have been carefully added to the contraption, perhaps as a memento to remind Motorbreath of this day. Motorbreath isn't thrilled. He did not say so. I deduced it from the number of times he uttered F*** in ten seconds. A few more minutes dedicated to cursing his mechanic in Mumbai who failed to spot this issue and we are back in the saddle again.
It's nearing noon now. We expect it to be frighteningly hot. But things are about to get cold... very cold.
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