So it’s game day – time to go and get Fred and bust him out. Day started off well. Up early and got packed up. Left the house and walked for about 10 mins to get on the right road for a bus that ran south. I had booked my first AirBnb again given it was cheap and the room was fine. I had organised with the owner the day before to drop some things off early before I got Fred. The trip back to this place was just over 6klm. I thought there was no point in getting a taxi (seems like everyone here uses UBER) as I couldn’t check in before 2pm anyway.
So I am waiting at the bus stop. Waiting, waiting, waiting – 40 mins go by and no bus. Now the bus stop was on the corner of a traffic light and just so happens cars turning right were next to me. So I thought fk this and started to call out to the drivers for a ride with my thumb out. You guessed it – I was hitchhiking in LA! So this wonderful black girl in her 20’s stops next to me laughing telling me you can’t do that here! She ends up giving me a ride south about 3klms before I have to get out to go east at another intersection. Now here is the crazy thing – her name was Nancy which is my mums name! She told me that it was very uncommon name here. THANKS MUM.
So now I walk east and no bus again. I walk the remaining 3 klms to where I have to turn south again where the house is only 5 mins away. As I turn into the Street, you guessed it, a bus roared past with no-one on it. I dropped some gear off and away I went on foot again with my helmet.
So 10 mins later I am walking north and as luck has it I get a bus that takes me up to where I have to get off to go east. I ask the driver what the go is with no buses and he said they only run on the hour! Knowing this I head off and without boring you I walked another 3.5klm to get to the freight depot. On arrival;
The guys in Schumachers were brilliant – they had already uncrated Fred and all I had to do was get him up and going. Sounds easy – No fkg way!!!! I had to drain every drop of petrol out of Fred before I crated him up. The guys were good and drained some fuel out of another bike but it wasn’t enough. Obviously Fred had the shits on that he had waited for me for so long to get him.
Guess what? Off I go again on foot with a borrowed 2 gallon petrol can to the nearest petrol station which just happened to be just under a klm away. I get back and put the petrol in Fred and started turning him over. The battery had as much kick in it as a AAA torch battery but he fired up first time. Yahooooooooo. On goes his windscreen, repack all of the gear on to him and ask the chief how do I get him down from the loading ramp. No worries says chief, we have a ramp. Ramp my arse, its like a plank for a 2 metre drop. So with about 5 workers watching me, no doubt taking bets that I would kill myself, I closed my eyes and road down the plank and gunned it out of the gate – even managed to remember to get on the right hand side of the bloody road!
The feeling of finally getting going was right up there with a Peter Daicos match winning goal.
So I ride down to the local Ralphs supermarket so I can stock up on some groceries for the weekend. I pull into the carpark and I think my luck has come good as a car was just pulling out of a choice spot. I pulled in and got off Fred. To my surprise an old black lady (I mean about 80) pulls up in her car next to me and starts abusing me for taking the park she was waiting for. It was something straight out of a movie the way she was shouting which made me laugh, which made her more angry. She used words I had never even heard of. Needless to say I moved Fred to another park. Got ma first dishin at. lol.
Back to the house and put Fred under his tree;
On went the arrow that my wife made me get to remember to stay right;
Next destination is Las Vegas. I will just leave you with this clip which sums up me and Fred;