Our beloved leader thinks that the sun shines out the Royal Enfield's exhaust pipe, well we don't and are thus negative and basically unworthy of travelling on the noble metal steed. Of course I knew that we'd be on this kind of bikes but that they were that underpowered and under braked, I did not know, well I should have guessed, old, or rather obsolete, British motorcycle technology made in India if you get the idea. We've been having some little talks on our different views on travelling and riding on bikes, we're not happy about him moaning and he's not happy, especially with me. Breakfast the next morning and back to the flea bag to suit up and yet again we battle the mud and the water crossings and the ever present rocks that want
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