So here we are. We finally have a name and a logo. Now we have a blog address. As everyone knows, this is a work in progress and the blog will constantly be updated with upcoming rides and events related to sport bikes in Cambodia. If any members have something that should be posted contact me via phone, SMS, email, carrier pigeon etc. Pass on the news of our new blog to other members. We'll also put up a bio of all the members we have. I'm going to need names, headshots, bike shots, social security numbers, ATM pin numbers, sexual orientation the works. I'll be posting images from our last trip shortly. Hopefully before the end of the day. For contact information check the side bar on the right hand side of the screen.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Kirirom
A sunday morning blast down to the nearest hills south of Phnom Penh. A handful of us and a relatively calm road leading to Kirirom. Which is a national park and apparently a past retreat for royalty. Leaving the national highway we embark on a rolling asphalt road undulating and twisting it's way up, around and through the hills ahead of us. Twenty minutes later we came to a large roundabout with a statue of Naga in the center. This is where we stopped to catch our breath and take a stretch. The change in climate and vegetation was apparent and not an unwelcome sight. The air cool and circulating with a hint of moisture in the sky. Just enough drizzle to dust the roads with a glimmering sheen. Trees that sprouted needles instead of leaves was a nice scenic change. Although any trees in the Penh would be welcome. All the trees have apparently become a nuisance in the city. So down they come. Thick, lush trees have become anorexic stumps sporting more bark than leaves. No longer their former selves lining the streets. If you're a tree and you're reading this don't tell anyone that you're a tree.
Helmets and jackets were draped on and around the bikes. Mirrors became helmet racks and seats became homes for backpacks. Afterwards we took these shots while going round and round the roundabout. My big ass perched on the back of a motorcycle is in no way a comforting position. Especially when you have an expensive piece of optical gear strapped around your neck while doing donuts trying to shoot people. All in all we survived and got some good action shots to remember our little jaunt out of town.
We then started on our way back to Kirirom Hillside Resort. That was the name of the establishment we passed by. I didn't have a look around the property. Nor did I want to cause I was damn hot and tired. All we wanted was some food and rehydration. Walking into the welcoming shade we could see bungalows scattered about around the property. Concrete pavers lining the way to the front doors of those looking for escape. Ahead was a pool that looked good enough to jump in and sink to the bottom like a waterlogged sponge. Children, parents and couples walked around enjoying their Sunday afternoon. We ordered we ate then we went home....well....sort of. About a hundred meters out of the parking my bike took a shit on me. The damn thing just died. Everyone is gone. I mean everyone. Looking ahead on my left I see two locals staring at me with unblinking eyes. I must have looked like I just crash landed in the Cambodian countryside in a dead space ship. "Maybe he ran out of uranium?" A few failed attempts at reaching the group failed. Everyone was doing a million kilometers per hour. The only thing you can hear is your brain being forced backwards into your skull. Then out goes the SMS's. Forty minutes and a conversation later the calvary was on its way back help repair my spaceship. Good news. Blown fuse, no biggie. Had a spare, popped it in and good to go. Uranium supply still okie dokie.
I'm last again. In the line up that is. I have this fear. How do you call it? Oh yes. Cows. Cows make really shitty doors. If i hit one it's ground beef for dinner for the next month. Or it could be the last burger I ever eat. Why don't people tie these beasts up? I need an attachment on the bike. Like a big pitch fork. That way I can just aim for cows and take them to go. I might as well take out a chicken and a pig while I'm at it. Anyhow we all got back safely and just in time cause for the last ten kilometers my fuel light started flashing red. Gotta find a gas station quick before I end up walking the bike or putting in shitty side-of-the-road-bottled-gas. So Until next time folks. Safe riding and don't forget to send in your bike related photos, videos and stories for posting. Don't be shy.
Lee
Eddie
Nick
Sam
Ly Hock
Nick
Waiting out the rain.
Roundabout in Kirirom
Vipi
Lee
Sam
Sam
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