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You know, I was sitting outside earlier just chilling and watching the sunset. I got to thinking. I realized that one of the things I moss most about moving to the US is just being able to pick up the phone and call a friend. Or just get in my car (or on my bike) and go visit a dear friend.
Those "ad-hoc" braais, the beers while watching a game, sharing stories and just talking kak….   
I realized that life on a different continent can be quite lonely.  :-\

Mr Z, most of us are only a Whatsapp phone call away, you know !  :thumleft:

Strongs!  ;)

I think it's the time difference that is the main thing.

Mr & Mrs Zog, your house is looking really good. What does Sammy's think of that lovely new carpet? :thumleft: 

But mostly I love to see what you're doing in the workshop - true Zogging :drif:
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Keep them registered because then you can take them for a spin around the block just to keep everything working right!
When I fetch my XL250 I want a registered one. :imaposer: :pot: :peepwall:
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Ride Reports / Re: Hearts in the Desert
« Last post by Ri on Today at 08:02:29 am »
Your sense of wonder comes across so well. Thanks for taking me there too :deal:
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General Bike Related Banter / Re: Lane Splitting and pedestrians
« Last post by roxenz on Today at 07:51:53 am »
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Question is: Who would have been at fault if I had hot one of them?

And my (non-legal opinion) answer is: you are. You are aware of the situation, so can and should act to avoid an accident. Ride to survive, not ride to be right...  ;) Having said that, I'm no angel and have connected twice with pedestrians running through traffic. Luckily no harm done to me, the peds or the bike, since I was going slowly (peak hour traffic has just too many crazies to go fast).
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Ok,, is it safe to continue?. :imaposer:

Our offspring have been playing club cricket, as there is no school cricket here, if you want to do a sport you need to join a club, which makes it interesting. Trenticles plays on a Friday evening and Spiderpig on a Saturday morning. As the Cricket season is draws to a close we will have Friday evenings and Saturday mornings available again. Not that we were doing much with that available time anyway, besides cleaning the house and washing clothes. I’m sure that Trenticles and Spiderpig will be doing some form of winter sport when the time arrives. The jury is still out on what the sport will be and who gets to pick it. Someone is in for a surprise when they find out that PlayStation is not a sport, LOL.
Back to the cricket: Following an indefinite technology ban during the week and compounded by Spiderpig’s unwillingness to participate in anything physical, it has been somewhat of a challenge to extract Spiderpig from his cave on a Saturday morning.  If it doesn’t involve a laptop, minesweeper, internet, YouTube or lying in bed, occasionally interrupted by trips to the kitchen or bathroom, it’s not going to happen.
Being the awesome parents that we are, we turn a blind eye to the hangdog walk, droopy shoulders and lower lip that extends out so far he could pull it over his head like a swimming cap. On the really bad mornings we even get a bit of a limp. We ignore all of that and motivate him in bright cheery voices. There are constant time updates from 7:30am with small chores to progress getting spiderpig ready. 
“Max, its 7:30 get dressed”
“Max, its 7:40 get dressed and have breakfast”
“Max, its 7:50 put your shoes on, and what about suntan lotion?”
For those of you that would like to learn something out of this, the key here, is to give short instructions, no more than two at a time. As you get closer to the time of departure, you could issue three instructions, but if that’s the case you should have started earlier. ANNNNYYYYWAYYY this goes on until about 8:15.
Then the orders/requests become a little more urgent and fire out every minute or so with reminders of future and past time updates.
“Max its 8:15, I asked you 5 minutes ago to brush your teeth, and make your bed, have you combed your hair?”
“Max its 8:17, have made your bed? And combed your hair? We are leaving in 3 minutes”
“Max its 8:19, I’m walking to the car hurry up, no I don’t care that you need to poo”
“Max its 8:25, are you finished having a poo?”
Eventually I wonder if I can get away with beating him in the car with a telephone book and a gum guard. (braces are expensive). We jump into the Silver Bullet and accelerate to a sedate law abiding 50km/h and merge into the taffis at a safe following distance to get to the cricket venue.
Every weekend, we manage to get to the game on time and unscathed. In addition to all of this weekly drama spiderpig actually enjoys it, and has had a pretty good season, with him taking quite a few wickets, some amazing catches and slowly getting pretty good at his batting. In the last game they played he was called into bat at 8th position. The fielding side were the typical chirpy Aussies we have come to expect, throwing sledges left right and centre. Spiderpig, kitted up in his hand-me-down cricket kit and pants that are a touch too long for him, walked onto the field. He looked like a kid walking to the principal’s office for 6 of the best. He was sweating and frazzled, his eyes were spinning in his head. This was not a place he wanted to be, entirely out of his comfort zone. The coach is shouting instructions from the side of the field, his teammates are giving him horns in their supportive aussie way, (go mate, hit the big ones maaaate, etc.) and one of them is doing a handstand in the background.
There is no showing the umpire a zap sign and looking for the middle stump, no drawing a line on the pitch with his takkie to show the bowler where the ball must go. He just steps up and he is in the firing line. The balls are coming at him in quick-fire succession…
This is no longer a game!!!! This is a fight for survival, he is getting peppered. This red cannon ball, this instrument of pain, is going to be leaving red marks everywhere. After facing 2 overs, that’s 12 133g high-powered red bullets ricocheting off the ground, he has made three boundaries. By the look on his face he has just survived round one of space invaders with a tennis ball and 6 Matric’s with nothing better to do.
His batting partner walks across the pitch and chats to him….
“hey mate, ya goin at a fair dinkim pace, looks like your batting above your average today”
Far be it for me to say but I could see the change in the young lad. All of a sardine he realizes that he is not dead. This insane sport that he’s forced to play weekly could actually be fun.
He stands up a bit straighter and looks down the pitch with what appears to be “aggression” and squares up to face his attacker. The ball screams down the pitch, bounces and goes directly for his head, spiderpig relies on his PlayStation honed reflexes and pulls the bat up to protect his head, the ball hits the middle of the bat and scuttles off between two dozing Aussies for another four….. His team mates are sitting in stunned silence, the coach is smiling, and the handstand candidate is now trying to do a cartwheel.
Ladies and Gents, now we have a game on our hands. Like Hussain Bolt, in front of a TV camera, Spiderpig is strutting round the pitch with his trusty ball beating machine. Nothing is going to stop him now. NOTHING……..
His batting partner, inspired by Spiderpig’s sudden stroke of talent, also wants in on this action and lobs the ball into the vicinity of mid-wicket, silly mid leg-side, close to the long off boundary night watchmen. It’s miss fielded and they are off on a mad 22m dash for the white line. Low and behold, Spiderpig realizes that he is not Hussain Bolt, well he could be, if it was not for all the pads and the heavy wooden stick that he has to carry. He gets to about 20m when this red cannonball screams passed him and removes his right to remain on the field. He looks at the umpire for that all too familiar finger showing him the directions to the shower. Well that doesn’t matter anymore, he is now a batting legend, he has made 18 runs, it’s a personal best. He looks like a Cheshire cat, it’s all braces encrusted teeth and cracked lips. I couldn’t have been more proud of that young whippersnapper. THAAATS MY BOY! Its days like this that make weeks of getting up early, running a manual clock and check list, worth it. Little does he know that we will be doing all over again next season. He he he. He is going to be sooooo pissed off.
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You know, I was sitting outside earlier just chilling and watching the sunset. I got to thinking. I realized that one of the things I moss most about moving to the US is just being able to pick up the phone and call a friend. Or just get in my car (or on my bike) and go visit a dear friend.
Those "ad-hoc" braais, the beers while watching a game, sharing stories and just talking kak….   
I realized that life on a different continent can be quite lonely.  :-\

Mr Z, most of us are only a Whatsapp phone call away, you know !  :thumleft:

Strongs!  ;)
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Beautiful road. I've never ridden that side of Sutherland. Some day...
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Ride Reports / Re: TVB op vakansie na Gough Eiland
« Last post by Mr Zog on Today at 02:03:02 am »
Enjoy the cold TVB, I was in Ellisras this week, the Bushveld is incredibly dry and it will be over 40C in the shade all next week. :peepwall:

Sounds almost like Florida.  :ricky:

Just add 90% humidity  :eek7:  :imaposer:


I can't really complain right now. Temps are down to around 27 today, and quite pleasant
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General Bike Related Banter / Re: Lane Splitting and pedestrians
« Last post by Mr Zog on Today at 01:27:55 am »
Just take it slow and keep your eyes open for pedestrians etc.

It doesn't matter who is at fault, being on a bike means that you stand a very good chance of getting hurt badly.

It's just not worth the risk  :deal:  :thumleft:
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Keep them licensed.

As mentioned above, the cost is minimal, but you won't get them confiscated or get in kak if you do ride them to the start of the sand and the cops catch you, and their value will stay higher too. Many guys would not be interested in buying an old bike if getting it registered again would be a PITA.  :thumleft:
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