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| | + | Hello and welcome ChromeCrusaders. |
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| − | == '''ChromeCrusaders''' ==
| + | I hope you don't mind - I have moved your disaster description and achievements to the expedition page (the usual place for tales of woe or joy) and corrected the link to point to the correct expedition. --[[User:Sourcerer|Sourcerer]] ([[User talk:Sourcerer|talk]]) 08:55, 4 February 2015 (EST) |
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| − | == My First Geohashing Experience: ==
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| − | * [[2012-08-16 52 1]] In a field that I am yet to actually find. Stradbroke Near Diss, UK.
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| − | The "Chrome Crusaders" is obviously more than one person, however that other person's motorcycle decided to break down after about two roads of leaving the house. So I decided to go alone. After following my SatNav to what I believed to be the location I parked my bike and walked over to the field. I didnt walk on the field because it had been laid with fresh manure. Little did I know that not only was this the wrong field, but that my phone GPS works without data... Who Knew! But my SatNav actually took me to the wrong place, because it is one decimal to inaccurate.
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| − | But all was well and no problems. The SatNav took me back a slightly different way to the way I came, along a narrow road called Mill Lane (or somewhere close to it). After going up a small incline I was faced with what can only be described as a steep decline into hell. At the bottom of this decline was a right hand turn. Ahead was a very very muddy farm entrance. I used my rear brake to slow down at the top of the hill... About halfway down my brain calculated that I wasn't going slow enough, more back brake... Back wheel loses traction on the ice that I didn't see, I reach the end of the tarmac and do the only thing I can do to save myself from the emminent metal gate. I pull the front brake. This in turn made me and the bike majestically fall onto the left hand side, covering us both in mud.
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| − | You never realise how heavy a bike is until its on its side and I must say, I was close to not being able to pick it up, it was dark so I couldn't see anything and motorcycle lights run of the engine power - which cuts out if the bike leans over to far. And the farm entrance was the slippy-est mud known to man. Fortunately it was just mud, and my bike still worked. But most importantly, no one saw.
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| − | I continued home after my first ever crash only to look at my fuel gauge which was just above the red... after telling my bike that its already F***ed me over once today, it decided that there was enough fuel to carry me home - Phew!
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| − | Lessons learned - and achievements gained! - No actual progress made but the next one should be easy...
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| − | == Achievements ==
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| − | {{Blinded by Science
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| − | | latitude = 52
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| − | | longitude = 1
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| − | | date = 2015-01-30
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| − | | reason = SatNav doesn't know how to SatNav - and who knew GPS on phones worked without data!
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| − | | name = [[User:ChromeCrusaders|ChromeCrusaders]] ([[User talk:ChromeCrusaders|talk]])
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| − | {{Radio Yerevan
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| − | | achievement = Train wreck
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| − | | detail = It was only slightly after reaching the field that wasn't actually the hash...
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| − | | date = 2015-01-30
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| − | | latitude = 52
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| − | | longitude = 1
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| − | | user = [[User:ChromeCrusaders|ChromeCrusaders]] ([[User talk:ChromeCrusaders|talk]])
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Hello and welcome ChromeCrusaders.
I hope you don't mind - I have moved your disaster description and achievements to the expedition page (the usual place for tales of woe or joy) and corrected the link to point to the correct expedition. --Sourcerer (talk) 08:55, 4 February 2015 (EST)
