Itinerant Air-Cooled

Here I am at the lowest point of my life.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
But here's the thing . . . you have to climb out.
Getting down to the lowest point was the easy part . . .



So what do you do to get away from the lowest point in your life, where you feel like you might be in hell?
Here's what I did. I shifted into first and ignored my chattering panic-stricken fuel pump and drove back onto the road:

. . . then I shifted into second and gloried in the punky momentum and pathetic slow hot breeze, it's not much but its better than standing still, heh?

then I shifted into third and actually looked around me, it is beautiful even if life-threatening,

and just before the shift into fourth, I chickened out and stayed in third, because . . . well, story of my life, that's Me, and I was thinking about exhaust valves and things while the passing motorists . . . weren't.

The next group of pictures . . . coming up.
Colin