So we were cycling through seriously beautiful tropical african villages, palm trees, happy villagers, open roads, healthy crops and high plantations everywhere. We stop for a midmorning water/fruit. And Lo and behold, what comes pootaling right at us, wobbling all over the road, was the happiest, roundest guy, straight out of god knows where.
He's riding a mountain bike but with a small motorbike engine. Absolute genius. It has an air horn, it has a big lever to switch between moutain bike and motorbike. It has a chain on both sides, one for each mode. It has tiny petrol tank sat on the middle bar, he's says in broken english that it does 100km on a full tank, a full tank being 2 litres. He created quite a stir and was suddenly overtaken by the sheer amount of people that he had just wowed, he said quite abruptly 'now i must visit my parents' - he jumped on, kickstarted and pootled off rather haphazardly down the dusty track. With Mike Pope, swearing that its the most dangerous thing he's ever seen.
Now after reading about the boy who made a windmill from scrap and was has been snapped up by the press. I was all set to give this lad the world wide media attention he deserved but alas, it wasn't meant to be, it had been imported from asia.
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