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1958 Around the World in 10 Years - 4-Page Vintage Motorcycle Article

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    1958 Around the World in 10 Years - 4-Page Vintage Motorcycle Article
    By ISSA and ABDULLAH OMMIDVAR
    Original, vintage magazine article
    Page Size: Approx 8" x 11" (21 cm x 28 cm) each page
    Condition: Good
    The Malayan jungle crowded around the
    narrow, rutted road as our motorcycles
    bounced and churned their way toward civil-
    ization. We had heard stories of the Ma-
    layan terrorists that hid in the jungle to
    shoot unwary travelers as they went by,
    then loot them of whatever they could find.
    In fact, before leaving the last stronghold of
    civilization, a British rubber plantation many
    miles back, my brother and I were warned
    that a person with white skin traveling on
    such an unprotected vehicle as a motorcycle
    was certain to be killed and robbed by the
    bloodthirsty, Communist-led bandits. When-
    ever the white plantation owners of Malaya,
    venture out into the jungle they drive at
    breakneck speeds in armored cars with their
    guns poking threateningly out of slits in the
    thick armor plate to discourage the bandits
    from trying to stop them. Even then, many
    go out into the jungle who never come back.
    But we had to get to Singapore, and to do
    so meant braving the terrorists. We dressed
    ourselves in Malayan costume—Sukarno kef
    and Lungi to try to look as much like
    natives as possible, bid farewell to our Brit-
    ish hosts, and set out. The jungle sped past
    on either side of us mile after mile until
    after a while my eyes became tired from
    trying to squint into the dense forest of
    trees and vines ahead of us. We had been
    riding for a long way and nothing had hap-
    pened even though we passed many spots
    which would have been perfect for an am-
    bush. My tight nerves began to relax. I
    looked at my brother and grinned sheepishly,
    feeling very foolish in my native costume
    when I saw his face freeze into a mask of
    fright. Ahead in the road was a felled tree.
    A roadblock! We almost had to lay the
    machines down to stop, there was no way to
    ride around the obstacle. Immediately the
    bandits swarmed out of the jungle and sur-
    rounded us, their guns and machetes poised.
    I tried to speak but my throat was dry. Just
    then we heard the sound of motors and
    some cars appeared around the bend behind
    us. The bandits snatched one of our cam-
    eras and a Persian blanket from our ma-
    chines and fled into the jungle. They had
    a healthy respect for the Britishers" guns.
    The cars pulled to a stop just as I was get-
    ting my voice back. It was our friends from
    the British plantation who were worried for
    our safety and had decided to follow us to
    provide an escort. They drove along with
    us to the end of the jungle where we said
    our thanks and farewells and journeyed on
    to Singapore.
    When my brother and I had first con-
    ceived of this trip several years ago we had
    no idea of what adventures would befall us.
    We were just 16 and 19 years old and the
    travelers coming through our native Iran on
    their way to Europe or Asia on their mo-
    torcycles or in cars told us such tales of
    their adventurous lives that we decided to
    plan to travel all the countries of the world.
    Since time was no object, we allowed our-
    selves ten years for our Odyssey. Once we
    had made up our minds to attempt the trip
    we could think of nothing else, so we set
    to work on the tremendous task of prepar-
    ing for, the journey.
    We made a “five year plan” of prepara-
    tion which included a bicycle trip around
    Iran to get more experience in traveling, a
    six-month course at the Institution of Tech-
    nical Mountain Climbing of Teheran, study
    of engine operation and repair, courses in
    first-aid, and courses in foreign language.
    These language courses proved to cost more
    than we could afford, so we finally had to
    give up and rely on sign language like dumb
    people. Even with five years to prepare our-
    selves the job was too large, so my brother
    and I divided up the studies between us.
    Money was a big problem—The principal
    problem of this century. We knew we could
    count on little help from our father, who
    would be somewhat less than happy to have
    two of his youngest sons leave him perhaps
    forever. To make matters worse, our equip-
    ment would have to be of the best if it was
    to last us for ten years.
    After some mutual correspondence the
    Dunlop rubber company promised to supply
    free tires and tubes and the Anglo-Iranian
    Oil Company furnished us with a letter to
    Shell companies throughout the world ask-
    ing them to supply us with free gasoline.
    Thus two of the biggest expenses of our
    trip were taken care of.
    Family Suspects
    During all of these arrangements we did
    not mention a word of our plans to our
    family, but as time passed by and letters
    kept arriving from far-away places and the
    lamps burned late in our room while we
    pored over travelogues and geography books,
    they began to grow more and more suspi-
    cious. Finally, exactly three months before
    our trip was to start, we announced our de-
    cision clearly in a 3% hour speech in a
    family meeting. When we finished they were...
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