I knew better, rolling down into the
valley w/o wearing my face-filter, now I think I'm toxic.
The day started ok, we did a bunch of
brake tweekin and got them into a state that we were willing to roll
w/. It was going to be a lot of down hill until we reached the
valley, then a small climb out the other side. We didn't need to stop
for anything other than water and Stykz topping of his tank w/ some
of the local fuel. The last time I rolled through here the air
quality was only mid-yellow on my gauges, didn't even check this time.
We topped up and headed for the track
that would cross out of here to the south. We still had sun for a few
hours, time enough to get up aways and find a spot to park for the
night.
While climbing out I lost sight of
Stykz's mech behind me. Got on the waves and learned that at some
point he'd cracked open his main fuel line. This was a scavenged line
that he'd been using. About a seven-day back he scored some new line
from a village we went through, so it was just a matter of changing
it out.
I walked back to see if any help was needed, and to laugh a bit.
Once rolling again we stopped at a few
false sites before finding a community maintained Park-Up and felt
safe enough to stop for the night. By now I was starting to feel it, my lungs filling up to protect me from what I'd breathed in, the non-stop coughing, and I was starting to get fevered.
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