Any excuse to commission some giant inflatable prick-shaped things. The Quicarus is born, in the USA. This is the midwife's report. Warning: contains fly-speak. But not too much
April is the month for tiny wheels and fickle engines. Now the Rickshaw Run has finished, it's time for Adventure 10. We've shipped out fourteen Adventure veterans and human guinea pigs to our secret location twelve hours from Marrakech. If that sounds a bit painful, we think they're going to forgive us:
Our Pioneers have to drive 50cc Monkey Bikes 1000kms in six days. They begin in the Sahara, they finish when they hit the Altantic and on the way, they'll have to climb over the Atlas Mountains.
This is Adventure 10, and the pioneer launched this weekend.
Our Pioneers are veterans and adventurers of the highest caliber. And they've agreed to test that caliber against the unpredictable Monkey Bike. What could go wrong on this one? Quite a lot actually:
Luckily, Morocco is full of little bumps. That's not all they'll find hard:
A particularly poetic sendoff. Any final advice? "Let me get my hat" says Peter. Er, probably not then.
After toasting their bravery late into the night, we conspired to give them an unnecessarily early wake up call and an suitably magnificent sendoff.
Good. So, did it work?
And then they were gone.