It’s “ummm-ta-ta”, stupid.

So, after calling Shaikh, and explaining my situation, we agreed to meet in Mthatha. It was given that I would be able to ride my bike there, about 25km, with my engine rev’d up to 4,000 RPMs the entire time.

I barely made it to a SPAR parking lot. This guy was helping people with their carts and could not believe I was from America.

Sha-Sha

Anyways, the human formerly known as “Shaikh” rode up. From here on out, he’s “Sha-Sha”.

He brought his booster, and we rode back to their hangout – SAGE.

I guess limes aren’t their thing. I guess Irish whiskey is. There will be plenty of both before this night ends.

Everyone was making calls while I just tried to figure out how the fuck I was going to get a battery for my bike. Seriously, how does this happen? The battery was totally disconnected when I picked it up. Whatever, don’t dwell, it’s not in my DNA after all. Back to the planning part, remember PACE?

• P – get a battery from a nearby battery store or dealer. NOPE
• A – get a battery from a bike shop or marine shop – NOPE
• C – limp my bike to the nearest town that 100% has a battery – 50/50
• E – ?

Me, Badz, and Sha-sha.

Me, Bat, Badz, and Bat’s girl.

Overnighting In Mthatha

Next stop, find a hotel. Of course, the Bulldogs (the moto club) found me a place and picked up the tab. They banked some big time karma points.

Ended up at Shoe’s Guest House. Totally fine. The one weird thing was they hid the bathroom in the closet. Now that’s a first.

Anyway, time to get back and start the initiation process.

Some food…

Some more friends (her nickname is Tito too)

Some heading out to meet back up….

And then my guide for the night…

Ayas knows everyone and knows how to party. We talked about life, life, and life for about 6 hours. Getting to bed was easy, getting up? You’ll see my eyes in the AM.