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Morocco on Scura R? Nah! A Quota it is then


ScuRoo

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Yep, extra litre each should do it...

 

Maybe my favourite bike shot - how's she lookin'?

We set off with guzzi engine thrummin' to the tune in our heads, 'Been thru the desert on a

horse with no name - it felt good to be outta the rain...'

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Getting some sand - can't stop until you get to some hard-pack.

Glen on his TDM with wide front knobblies turned into a veritable sand demon. Yeah baby!!!

It bucks, it slews, weaves & snakes, but keep the power full on & the rear comes back again...

 

Oh, where's Andy?

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O'kay my lovely little baby, let's remove the panniers again before the boy's heave you out!

 

Now, don't get me wrong, I truly did feel sorry for him.

 

A bit of friendly merriment never goes astray though...

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Great stuff ScuRoo :thumbsup: . To be honest I thought you were bullshittin about going to Morocco & would probably end up doing a couple laps of the M25 & a trip over the South Downs - but no you gone & did it. Good on you! Looks like you had a great time & the Quota looked after you well :thumbsup: Great choice - & brave one too. I got nothing against GS's - I have a GS80 & it's a very able bike - but you don't HAVE to have one to travel further than Sainsburys!

 

Great pictures & story. Thanks.

 

:mg::bier: KB :sun:

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Love a bit of bullshit Baldini but I try to hit my balls with a straight bat!

 

Anyhow, at sunfall we get stuck out in the desert without anywhere appealing to camp, so as it was a lot cooler riding at night I suggested we keep riding unti we got tired...

 

Mile after mile until eventually we pulled into a walled compound around midnight and a gorgeous nubian girl came out of the darkness & said (in French) we could sleep there, & would we like her to prepare any food? All 3 of us were enjoying our own fantasies & then Andy asked her, 'Do you have any beer'?

 

'Yes' was her reply... I think we all deeply fell in love immediately.

 

We showered under a dripping faucet but it felt like a power shower to us - clean clothes & then sat with her father who came out & he drank beers with us. Abbas was his name.

This is what the compound looked like when we awoke the next morning.

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The boy's slept here & as they had earlier banned me from sleeping within earshot of 'em 'cos of me snoring, I dossed down in the big tent with dreams of tasting dark flawless skin under her flowing robes...

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So, refreshed the morning after the night before...

we prepare to set off with the assistance of a bungey or two holding down bloodied & battered panniers!

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Until 10 miles later or so the boy's needed another couple of emergency adjustments & tied down with a freakin' big tow-rope as the brackets had shat themselves completely on Glens TDM by now.

 

Meanwhile, the big black reliable Ortleib mockingly waited patiently in the barren sun-ravaged moonscape...

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