Touring, Rain, and a 2Stroke

Touring on 2wheels has a certian charm - it's like entering an alternate dimension, freed from every single bit of that crammed mess of your daily routine. While it lasts, you exist in a different world, an almost magical surreal experience. It relaxes you, freshens you up, brushes up and polishes your senses like nothing else can. Now, when your choice is an old, raw, edgy 350cc 2stroke, the equation changes drastically - your senses go on overload, as every second is a sparring round as you fight hard to keep a tight leash on the insane motor ever lunging deeper into the powerband.

The only bits of relaxation appear when you take a breather - by dropping the engine way out of the powerband and sit back and drop your shoulders, look around and catch a glimpse of the scenery flashing past. But not for long, never for long, as the 2stroke gets back on the powerband hunt and start moving, first creeping, and then with ever increasing rush, and finally explode past 5k and you are back to hanging on for dear life, the wind, colours, and scenery long forgotten. Hell, it's like taking a puma for a morning walk. Whats meant to be relaxing, soon turns into an insane struggle for survival.

Throw Rain into the mix, and you have an explosive combination. Out there in the middle of nowhere, an empty highway stretching out endlessly, water everywhere and rain pours down in sheets, the old 2stroke starts getting more potent as nature provides a much-needed cooling. The powerband starts apearing earlier and harder, the engine note takes on a "rawer" snarl, and another sparring partner enters the ring as the rear Pirelli sport demon takes on a life of it's own. drenched to the bone, hanging on for dear life, struggling to keep the motor below 7000 rpm, alarm bells ringing nonstop as you struggle to maintain your line and the rear wheel spins and slides all over the place, a single question starts hammering away all the time - WHY THE HECK DO WE DO THESE THINGS?

Soon tired cold and every muscle aching, you get off and park the bike, with the rain still hammering the road...

Standing back, life starts getting boring within 5 minutes, and so there - you have an answer to the earlier question. Waste no more time then, snap a couple of pics, and you are back onto the bike, and into the ring, as the sparring session continues...And this is supposed to be VACATION?

But hours later, as you stop for the day, park the bike, get rid of the cold stuff, and sit in a watering hole, warm neat and clean, sipping on your favorite brand - your mind relives the day's journey and inevitably your thoughts drift to the next day morning and you just cant wait to get back on the road. Hell yeah - this IS vacation...

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