Okay, so being a newbie and all in this whole business, I didn't have a lekker idea of what I was letting myself into this weekend. I knew by the talk in the forum that there was gonna be drinking and such. This drinking is always good entertainment to the sober beings still around. As said by my brother I met oom Chris(Blikners). Him and my father talked about Grahamstad back in the day as they were both posted there in the military as I was trying to get shuteye due to a long day on the pan and I knew the snoring choir would soon rise again. The different snores had good resemblance with a few bikes. Some dog had the genes of a two-stroke in his snore because that was high pitched and loud!!!!
Walterza(another of the ooms whom I like) had the growl of a GS in the distance. I could go on about the nice ooms with the pitbike snores and such, but I'll mozey on to the pics
I'm very fond of riding with other people and what a shock I got when I rode to verneukpan from Brandvlei on Saturday with these two "ooms"
Walterza
and Mambat
Now me and my father Jondu have a thing we call the "honderd reel". This pretty much says that whenever you're not on a tar surface your speedo better not exceed 100km/h otherwise that big man won't let you hear the end of the dangers tha lie beyond a 100km/h
When I saw Mambat I forgot about this reel due to the genes from the big man himself. Those genes that makes us act like jackrussels that won't let anything be faster than us. Him chasing away on his 990 should have made it easy to see that I would never be able to keep up with my 650, but nevertheless I tried for most of the way
Just as a sidenote to Mambat - I hate to be a bit overeager on the matter, but with the way you ride you sort of became my biking roll model. What I would do to ride like that
So the day went on and I kept on following in the example of Mambat. I was pushing myself and enjoyed finding new limits of my skills. I should just keep telling myself that cockiness brings groot bollie
I remember almost throwing up when I saw Mambat getting thrown off like he was. The shock of seeing it made my thoughts run around bewildered. Later the night I was sure that I would not be able to make the trip back home due to this. To me offroading is a mind game. If my mind is off, the little skills I have is out the window. But when the next day came I felt a bit better knowing I could take things rustig with no one to put fire under my bum.
Me, oom Walterza, oom Blikners, dad and Phil set off to get to the nearest road. We were sick and tired of gravel and needed to get home because we started to smell ourselves in the air
. So we took to the nearest tar road and the big guys rushed off at amazing speeds. And I formed a group with Katana and Rynet.
So at the panne I had my first encounter with Phillip. Most of the dogs call him Harry Potter. This is the guy on the new LC whom a few guys tried sweet talking into letting them on the bike. He later mentioned something about indemnity forms and such, which made a few of the ooms skrikkerig
Here's Harry powersliding the LC(this very powerslide caused him a bit of trouble with the boss as he's led us to believe):
As mentioned on the way back I paired up with Rynet and Katana - two very nice people. They have hearts of gold for helping Mambat with arangements and his gear. They also bought a few brownie-points(to those who don't understand, it's a way of saying they made me like them more) when they stuck with me on the road at the meager speed of 120km/h. Naturally dad headed of at quite the speed. I wonder whether it's his way of getting back at me for leaving him in the dust off of the tar
Rynet, we lacked the numbers when it came to number of drags on the two KLR's, but we'll get another chance again one day! Thanks for your patients Rynet and Katana. It's too bad I had to abandon my baby at Niewoudtville due to the sprocket. But she's in sick bay at home and the new parts arrived today so tomorrow she'll once again feel the wind!!!
My photo's and report won't be as good as my big brother's, but I hope it adds to the story a bit.
Topic: Koekenaap to Verneukpan (Read 5085 times)
