Yesterday, scooter broke down in the middle of what is probably the most hectic intersection on Koh Samui (getting into the one-way system in Chaweng). Nice-bloke got it going again (brute force - almost def grit in fuel).
Today at breakfast (goji berry and strawberry smoothie with coconut water), I had a talk with Sean about the breakdown. He said "trade the bike in for a different one before you do your 50km ride today.". I explained that it had been fine since then, probably just a little rust in the tank, now cleared, all good. I used to have the same with my 72 Beetle. I used to have to pop the engine and whack it in a certain spot - usually with the heel of a stiletto - and hey presto. I digress again. So we laughed, and said it was a philosophical problem. So Sean said "say you have to ride across the desert, and you have a choice of 2 bikes. One which has recently broken down, but now is fine, and one that you don't know the history of. Which do you choose?".
Well. Aside from this being a dilemma for life - including work, leisure time, food, relationships, let me tell you the answer. Fasting has made me sage.
The answer is: DON'T CHOOSE THE BLOODY BIKE THAT BROKE DOWN YESTERDAY.
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