The Christless thing got him through four countries with an ovaled steering head and a piece of soda can for a shim. It's not a frikkin' race bike. It's a piece of antiquated, indifferently constructed technology that was crude in the extreme when it was spankin' new. It's a pig. A cow. If it was a 1909 Pope, and he managed to do the same thing on it, you'd be singing his praises. HOW MUCH HARM CAN HE DO TO IT?
It's not how the bear dances. It's that the bear dances at all. Anyone can make it on the latest tech with a support crew. This is real adventure.
Now can we quit the sh!t and get back to this wonderful thread, which has restored my faith in the sublime?