don’t try this at home… (2)

It is still lent so instead of a beer to mark the start of the weekend it’s adrenaline.  We have two salvaged-repaired motos at the village and every now and again we sneak them out to the former UN base at the back of the Volunteer Village. Of course we are not stupid enough to ride them on the open road, the traffic is absolutely crazy out here, but the filed gives us relative safety.  Besides which as I try in vain with the rubbish hand-pump we have to inflate the back tyre I can’t see it lasting more than a few laps anyway.  So the risk will be low and short lived (as I don’t have a helmet or gloves).

As usual it is a beautiful evening as we break the silence of nature with the roar from our bikes; the exhaust pipes are completely ineffective at dampening the sound!  After a donut on the helipad – well in my mind anyway, it was more of a skid mark when the dodgy clutch let go – we headed back but not before a couple of laps in Haiti’s only known indoor moto track (an old hangar which is about to become our wheelchair logistics hub).  The floor is super dusty and so also super slippery – the tyres on my bike might once have been ‘knobblies’ fit for dirt tracks, but they are now more like ‘slicks’ – so I keep my feet hanging out like stabilisers on a child’s bike.  And the sound is absolutely deafening as the noise reverberates around the concrete and metal box, completely drowning out the Bluetooth speaker trying to give us ‘Easy Rider’.