“It is suicide to be abroad. But what it is to be at home, ... what it is to be at home? A lingering dissolution.”
― Samuel Beckett
― Samuel Beckett
Karura went to the main Triumph dealer in Prague. Indeed, the only Triumph dealer before Bratislava. He wandered around the new motorcycles feeling a tinge of lust, combined with the nagging guilt of infidelity as his own eight year old Sprint ST 1050 sat still beautiful and overwhelmingly loved outside.
There were no other customers, but there were a few members of staff sitting around, staring so intently at their PC screens that nobody noticed Karura. He saw some stairs and, as ever, was drawn upwards. In a large room at the top, Karura found himself surrounded by all manner of spare parts and a handy counter to stand at. He noticed another four members of staff sitting at computers, tapping away.
Things started to look up when one of the tappers got up and wandered to the other side of the counter.
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Triumph guy: "Dobry den"
Puffed up at his fluent Czech, Karura continued:
Karura: "May I speak English?"
Triumph guy: "Sure"
Karura: "I need two headlight bulbs for my Triumph, please"
Triumph guy: "I'm sorry, I don't know what bulbs Triumphs take"
Karura: "They are H7s"
Triumph guy: "Right, yes, I don't think we stock them"
Karura: "You are the main Triumph dealer in Prague, right?!"
Triumph guy (turning round and randomly moving a box on the shelf behind him): "No, sorry, we don't have any"
Karura: "This isn't a Monty Python sketch is it?"
Triumph guy: "?"
Karura left, remembering to check that the Triumph sign outside was indeed indicative of motorcycles rather than lingerie. In the entire time Karura was in the Czech Republic, he failed to spot one single other Triumph motorcycle. There seemed to be some correlation.
It was early in the morning and Karura aimed to be nearly 400 miles away in Strasbourg before 17:00. He was astonished at how twisty the German autobahns are, and how much lean they require on a motorcycle . . . . . at anything above 150mph! Karura arrived just in time for a late lunch.
