As an update to my recent One Man, One Bike: Destination Europe post, FD has now arrived in Rabat, Morocco in continuation of his Paris-bound adventure.
Following his arrival into Morocco, I can say one of the most challenging portion of his trip which is crossing the sahara has been covered. His next stop by my reckoning will be in Spain. Hopefully, a biker can see some things of interest in a footballing nation.
For now, we wish him well as his navigates his way into another continent.
Until further updates; find, aim and shoot at whatever life brings your way.
06h00 / 14th July, 2012. Bikes started rolling in to the meeting point. I was No 6 on the roll. I arrived just in good time for fuel top up. One of the fuel attendants tried to ascertain their safety owing to more than normal hooded men arriving at their station albeit unannounced. My response in his local language gave him the needed assurances.
We were all gathered for one reason, to escort our club’s Treasurer – Mr. Kanu Ogbonnaya (FotoDadi) on his Euro tour. FD as we popularly refer to him was to start his trip from Lagos to France amongst other European destinations that morning. Everyone on the escort team was as charged, maybe even more charged than the dude himself. For a moment, it flashed through my mind. Europe is several thousands of kilometers away. In my mind, I concluded that I must undertake this trip before I turn 45. I pulled out my camera, had a few clicks and before I could tuck it away, Blow our Road Captain gave the matching orders, destination was FD’s house. We met a few more guys there, others joined us as well.Continue reading
06h00 / 14th June, 2012. Bikes started rolling in to the meeting point. I was No 6 on the roll. I arrived just in good time for fuel top up. One of the fuel attendants tried to ascertain their safety owing to more than normal hooded men arriving at their station albeit unannounced. My response in his local language gave him the needed assurances. We were there for one mission, to see off Fotodadi on his euro tour with his BMW1200GS with registration number BLANKS.
On arrival at FD’s, we waited downstairs and generally tried to play catch up with some things of interest to us. The talk mostly centered on rides, safety and more rides. While at it, B9 who only arrived from an Abuja rolled in. No one would have thought he’d make it. As usual, all attention shifted to his bike. The bike did not only recently join the fleet, it’s livery is also a sight to behold and the owner fully compliments this bike. His ‘kackings” is not only on point but suits him too. Besides, even Obama will green with envy on the amount of green bills that’s gone to his safety and outlook.
The break before the fast
Nuff said about B9. FD owns this day and back to him. While we gloat about his trip, STIXX got the signals from who knows who? His sharp movement and his gaze in the direction of the 2nd floor apartment of FD gave him out. It’s the regular invitation to treat from FOTOMUMI (FD’s wife). It normally comes as sandwiches and some bottles of soda at the minimum. Like a procession into a morning mass, all men follow suit in quick succession. As usual, we were not disappointed. We met DB on set while FD was trying to download what I guess he must have called the “BMW Diagnostics” on his phone. Phew! that dude sure likes some gadgets.Continue reading
Just when I thought the postponement of the proposed repair works on third mainland bridge (3MB) was indefinite, the reality of it stared me in the face when I was on my way to the executive committe meeting of my motorcycle club in Lagos. The notice was as legible as intimidating. LASTMA officials and men of the Nigerian Police were in situ to knock into place any doubting Thomas. Luckily, my destination was Gbagada. That meant, no detour and prolonged perambulating through the long windy routes to the island via Anthony, Surulere and the infamous Apongbon end of the wood.
Ofcourse, making my way into Gbagada already gave a snippet into what Monday holds. Thirty minutes later after several lost and found bouts, I got to my desination 30 mins late as the entire crew already left. I chose to call my club’s president still just so I know the exact location and pay homage to our “first lady”. After the usual courtesies, we (myself and my president) mentioned the impending chaos that was to come on Monday.Continue reading
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While it promises to be an enjoyable ride, some turbulence are basically unforseen. So, like the regular cliche, seat back, relax and enjoy the sometimes bumpy ride.
In the meantime – find, aim and shoot at whatever life brings your way.