hurrengoa
The LUBE’s last ride (1958) odlok   The light and the right wing mirror were the first to go. I’m sure the saddle was bent out of shape as well. I can hear the wheel still spinning so the chain must have come off as well. No doubt a dozen spokes or so have been cut to ribbons and the petrol tank has been all busted up... but it’s a Lube. Any other bike would be mangled mass of steel after a crash like that. But not the Lube. There’s nothing to match it in the world. German NSU motor design but Biscayan-built. If it hadn’t been for those loose chippings on the bend…. I really showed them tearing down Urkiola... “Halt! Gardia Civil!” ...Them sitting there on their Bultaco crap telling me and my Lube to stop? Stop my royal fuckin’ arse! I opened up the throttle and the only thing they’ve seen all the way down has been the back of my Lube. If it hadn’t been for those loose chippings on the bend...
When I felt my leg melting into the road as I slid along, I knew I had taken a bad smack. When I went off the road and ran into the tree, the muff snapped off. I can’t feel my arms or legs. It feels like I’m choking to death. I heard the Guardia Civil men’s voices getting closer. But they’re not gonna get me. I can see the white light at the end of the dark tunnel...