I ran into the same trap of intersecting ruts that had caught me on the first day. This time my "flops" was a good deal louder. The bike came crashing down again, but much harder, ripping one of the boxes off its mountings and smashing the headlamp. My shoulder also took a fair blow.
Even so, all the important things were all right. The jerry was intact, the bike was functioning. My shoulder would manage. I found some wire and tied the box back on where the screws had torn through the fibreglass, taking my time, determined that I would get through somehow, and resolving that I would never
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