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Going Solo: Purple Turtle II to a Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« on: June 14, 2017, 09:47:17 pm »
A while ago, Koedoeskloof announced that Albert Frost was doing a show there, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to try a solo trip.

Day 1

The monster Cape Storm flexed its muscle far and wide, and with a heavy heart I decided to rather take the car to Koedoeskloof. I sent Halfjob a PM to offer courier services for any warm items he might need at Koedoeskloof, such as electric blankets or concubines, but he told me to man up and grow a pair, tiny as they’ll be in this weather, and go on the motorbike. He’d let me know when he left and what route he’d be taking. He then promptly cancelled his trip, citing unavoidable business.


hje told me straight up that cold weather riding is harsh and I’d need thermal undies and heated grips at the least. I asked whether that’s what he used, but he snorted indignantly and said all he needed was a rain suit. What a coincidence! I’d severely bent my credit card at TracMac the previous weekend, on a rain suit and inner gloves among other items. The testosterone surged and I felt a prickle of hair on my chest.

Due to work deadlines I burnt the midnight oil on Thursday and got up late on Friday. I’d been packing in my head the whole week, but it still took me a few hours to gather and sort my stuff. Loading and strapping everything onto the bike, in contrast, took less than half an hour. Still, it was past 14:00 when I finally sweated and swore my bike out from under carport and wobbled out the front gate.





On the way I realised couldn’t feel my camera bag strap gently choking me as usual, and fervently prayed I’d left it locked up in the kitchen. I gingerly rode though almost-rush-hour traffic towards Stellenbosch Mediclinic to go greet my mom, who was in for observation. I felt fat and unwieldy with the side panniers on.

Walking towards the Mediclinic entrance, I looked back at the bike (admiringly, as one does), and noticed my camera bag sitting on one side pannier, where I’d put it. I went cold with shock then sagged with relief; this camera is irreplaceable. I quickly pulled the strap over my head, sang a few hallelujas, and headed inside to say good bye. Then I hit rush hour traffic. Since I was traveling by myself and leaving so late, it was going to have to be all tar. I wept inside for my offroad tires, but was chuffed that even with panniers the bike was still slender enough to filter through the rude Stellenbosch traffic.

I felt like a goose in a fois gras factory - thick woolen tights, leggings, thick socks, vest, long-sleeved T, short-sleeved T, extra thick buff, all the riding suit’s inners, and the rain suit top. I swung over Helshoogte and Franschhoek Pass, passed Theewaterskloof Dam which was showing an encouraging glint, and turned left towards Villiersdorp. I felt the bite in the air, as my helmet visor didn’t close properly and rattled annoyingly in my ears.

At the turnoff towards Robertson I stopped to photograph the snow on the mountains. It was beautiful! And cold.









At Robertson, I filled up and pulled on the rain suit pants, and folded my buff double over my head and nose, something I usually couldn’t tolerate, but it made the cold bearable. I WhatsApp’ed Halfjob to let the Veldties know I shouldn’t be later than 19:00. I’d irresponsibly forgotten to capture their number, and was in a hurry to get going again.

The sky was overcast and everything looked monochrome. I swung a hefty, sibilant leg over the Purple Gentleman, switched on the piddling headlight and, glowing like a streak of cat’s urine, oozed down the road and headed into the dusk. The two stop-and-go’s at Montagu didn’t help the situation, except of course I could creep to the front and roost the cars while the attendant was still moving the “STOP” barrier out the way.


The road at night was boring. From Montagu to Barrydale I didn’t see another vehicle - I was the only thing moving. I regretted not getting the Purple Gentleman his spotlights sooner, but it wasn’t all bad. The moon was waxing behind the cloud cover so that it wasn’t completely black. The landscape had a dark pewter hue. I looked that the intermittent kudu warning boards and tried not to imagine what the impact of a kudu would feel like… I then consoled myself that my vague headlight wouldn’t startle a moth, never mind a kudu.

When cars did approach from the front, they invariably had their brights on. Some would dim their brights, but many times they continued blindingly, and with no cat's eyes and faded white lines, I had no guide to keep me on the road. This was terrifying, and I expected to ride into a roadside bush at any moment, catapulting over the handlebars and startling any resting kudu.

I listened to music and, sporadically, the GPS instructions. When I neared the Laingsburg turnoff, I was instructed to turn left but ignored it, because I’d been to Koedoeskloof and it was just up the road before Ladismith, on the left hand side. Against ever more urgent beseechings to make a U-turn, I continued, very surprised when I reached Ladismith without seeing Koedoeskloof. My headlight surely wasn’t THAT bad? I asked around, and it turned out I should have turned left at the Laingsburg road. I should have believed the GPS. I apologised silently and made the oft-requested U-turn, but the GPS was now pissed off with me and cut off every second instruction.

About 6.6 km down the Laingsburg road, I dutifully followed the instruction to “ … - turn right” and unexpectedly found myself on a wide gravel road. I reasoned that, unlikely as it was, this could be the way, and continued. Suddenly the GPS came to its senses, realising that its existence was linked to mine, and sternly warned me to “… make a U-turn and proceed to the route.” I paddled in a wide circle and headed back to tar, relief steaming off me.

Not long after, I reached Koedoeskloof just as the phone died. I dragged my iridescent yellow Stay Puft self into the bar, greeted everyone, plugged in the phone to charge, and ordered a double-whatever. Nic (Sprocketbek) and Nellie were already there, and we kicked back and relaxed in front of the fire.

Karoo Rider popped in to collect a package I’d brought him and then lingered, kindly making a hefty contribution towards my alcohol dependency. Dinner was a magnificent chicken curry. Life looked cosier by the minute.

I think I heard this one before...



Karoo Rider in the foreground, with Sprocketbek and Nellie further back, and Debi behind the bar.



Always loved the decor





Veldblom offered me the use of the couch in front of the fire in the bar, and I accepted. But my newly-grown pair twitched in protest so I staggered outside to go pitch my tent, followed by the valiant Sprocketbek, urged on by the thoughtful Nellie. Since the tent can be pitched by a small child, never mind two swaying adults, it wasn’t long before I dragged into it all my bikely possessions, brushed my teeth, and crept under the down sleeping bag. The weather was quite mellow, which Veldbrand said was due to the warm berg wind, and I didn’t need the 2 extra blankets and raccoon babygro I’d packed against the cold.


During the night, harsh winds buffeted the tiny tent like I was being massaged by a tree root who’d seen pictures, but didn’t quite understand the concept. In the early morning the wind quietened down, and I listened to an amazing array of birdlife and the barking of a nearby troop of baboons. Then it rained. I lay snug in my tent and listened to the rushing sounds, drowsy and delighted. What a wonderful world!
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Re: Going Solo: Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« Reply #1 on: June 14, 2017, 10:07:28 pm »
Day 2 Part 1

Eventually the rain stopped and I crawled out of the tent to go hunt down some caffeine and breakfast. Sprocketbek and Nellie opted for the by now extra strong chicken curry.



Sexy bike: Purple Gentleman (or as everyone else calls it, the Purple Turtle  :xxbah:)



Solo camping. Like wild camping, but civilised  :pot:



















After breakfast it was too gusty to ride as I’d planned, so I wandered down the footpath, past the very empty dam and up a kloof, where my new sheepskin boots started chowing down on my pinkie toes and forced me back to Koedoeskloof.







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« Reply #2 on: June 14, 2017, 10:45:41 pm »
 :sip: and.......
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« Reply #3 on: June 14, 2017, 10:52:34 pm »
Beautifully written, a nice trip.
 

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« Reply #4 on: June 14, 2017, 10:56:27 pm »
Day 2 Part 2

Veldbrand was arranging the speakers and mixer and worrying about the concert, bemoaning the weather. I assured him all would be fine, and sent up a “skietgebedjie” that it would be so. The concert would be held on the wooden deck outside, with netting covering the area behind the artist. If the wind and rain didn’t subside, we’d have to move inside where people would be packed like sardines.





Getaway arrived and helped to distract Veldbrand.



Offending weather





Weskus and the lovely Cornel rolled in with tales of skids and mud baths through Anysberg. My bike was no longer alone, but it cowered around the corner from the butch KTM 990.





Our venue



At about 15:00 Albert and Natasha showed up and started unpacking and hooking up all his gear. The weather was improving, along with our moods. Casting from Turd and the bubbly Manuella arrived to improve the mood even more.





















Preparing for the concert





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Re: Going Solo: Purple Turtle II to a Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« Reply #5 on: June 14, 2017, 11:05:23 pm »
Day 2 Part 3

Then Dusty pulled up, to general glee. It had been too windy in George for her to ride the bike, but she’d come anyway, in her car.



Rudi came rolling in on his Africa Twin, along with his posse: Hendrik (nu11) on an Africa Twin and PieterJan and Oelof in a minivan filled with refreshments. These refreshments included some moonshine that the talented PJ had distilled himself, and it was surprisingly good. He also had a small bottle of gin that he’d distilled and flavoured himself, and it tasted almost like a whiskey liqueur. Rudi and nu11 pitched their tents, but PJ and Oelof were having none of that, and went elsewhere.





And they call my bike the Purple Turtle... :o





There was a half circle of guitars packed out on the stage area, 2 accoustic and 4 electric, and a bewildering array of pedals.





More people poured in and Veldblom started serving dinner, another magnificent selection of curries. Getaway came to introduce himself to me, and said some nice things about my Ride Reports - thank you so much!  ;D





















The Family Kaboef



Sprocketbek called me to come view the spectacular sunset, and I managed to capture some of it






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Re: Going Solo: Purple Turtle II to a Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« Reply #6 on: June 14, 2017, 11:21:43 pm »
Day 2 Part 4

Albert started playing and we sat, mesmerized, our mouths gaping slightly. The man was talented! He would record a loop, then layer it with another loop on another guitar, and so on until he’d built up a rich, complex accompaniment to his husky voice. Songs and stories flowed, and soon it was intermission.







Kaboef attended with his wife and 3 sons, the youngest being only a few months old. The other two boys were instant fans of Albert, the older one sitting bolt upright and filming the whole show on a smartphone.







Hospitality flowing at the Dwars Bar :)



Debi always ready with a smile



Yes, that is a bow the man has in his hand, which he strokes over the electric guitar. I was astounded.









Some philistines missing out on the good show  :lol8:



During intermission the two younger Kaboefs mobbed Albert, who obligingly posed for photo’s with his smallest fans.





Love how the kiddies try to copy the fierce look  :lol8:



Mingling with the adoring fans





Manuella and Dusty



Our own gorgeous Casting from Turd



Random guests



Merchandise



The N's - Natasha, Nellie and Nic (Sprocketbek)



Mom and the minor Kaboefs



Moon showing off

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« Reply #7 on: June 14, 2017, 11:39:37 pm »
Day 2 Part 5

After intermission, the show continued. By the end, we were stomping and dancing along.







Veldblom and Veldbrand gooing some moves, ek sê  :lol8:



Bring out the party lights! Every concert should have these  :biggrin:







The conversation and tequila flowed into the early hours of the morning, then things slowly quietened down. nu11 and Getaway sharing the moment.



Albert and Natasha





My red earmuffs started doing the rounds...  ::)





Maleficent's creepy sibling



I crawled under my thick sleeping bag again, again needing little extra protection against the elements. I didn’t sleep much, insomnia being one of the hazards of approaching middle age apparently, but snoozed from time to time.
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« Reply #8 on: June 14, 2017, 11:55:21 pm »
Day 3 Part 1

In the morning, I packed as much of my stuff as I could, then gingerly walked to the Dwars Bar on bare feet, sleeping bag in hand. I needed plasters; who knew sheepskin boots could be so vicious? Veldbrand obliged, and I could shove my feet into my riding boots and roll up my sleeping bag, which I didn’t want to do on the wet grass.





On your knees, Girl! Manuella insisted on capturing me in a rare domestic moment



I returned the favour



Seriaaas conversation



Men at work: taking down the screen so Veldblom can have a view  :sip:





I was grateful for the energy drinks I’d packed for the ride, and so was nu11 who apparently hadn’t slept well either in a borrowed tent too small for his frame. We ate breakfast and Rudi readily agreed that I could tag along home with them over hills and dales. I went to pack up the rest of my stuff and strap it onto my bike.

Then nu11 noticed that my front wheel had gone completely flat. I proudly pulled out my compressor, but it didn’t help one little bit - the air leaked as fast as the tire inflated. 

But I had something unusual on the Purple Gentleman - something generally unusual for a DR650, as far as I know. My bike has a centre stand, and I was childlike in my excitement to use it for its intended purpose. I was a little miffed that I needed it so soon though - the Hooligan never had wheel issues in the rough. The bike obligingly tipped on its back wheel, front wheel off, I proudly laid out my rather impressive array of tools. I didn’t know how to change a tire, but by Jove! I had everything I needed to change a tire, including Bead Breakers and even dishwashing liquid.

Turns out a piece of glass had cut through the front tire and slit the tube, and I guiltily recalled a patch of broken glass that I had taken to be a broken windshield.







Seating the bead







My bike is a conversation starter, anyway  :imaposer:



The guys made short thrift of changing the tire and putting it back, and the compressor did its thing. I was ready to ride, but since I’d foolishly not made the trip into town to fill up the previous day, I had to do so now, and nu11 kindly came along to check the tire was seated OK, forgoing the chance at some lovely gravel road. We slabbed it to Ronnie’s Sex Shop, the wind buffeting me like a pin ball machine. We met up with the gang and had a drink before heading down Ouberg pass.





In the background, Rudi is chatting to a guy who's been cycling for 5 or so years now. Eish



Refreshment stop while we wait to go into Sawubona Nature Reserve





The Booze Crew  8)



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Day 3 Part 2

We rode through the Sawubona Nature Reserve, creeping behind a slow-moving escort. There were some antelope and springbuck, but the lions and elephants we hopefully watched out for, didn’t materialise. Then a huge giraffe broke cover and sprinted straight towards Weskus’ KTM 990 in an ungainly fashion. Weskus swerved to the side of the road and came to a halt, and I heard Cornel’s scream even from some distance behind them. The giraffe swerved back and headed for cover of trees again, and I carried on shakily. The others had missed the little drama.


On the other side of the Reserve, we opened up and went flying through the cold still air. There were quite a few mud-filled dips, and I felt like a swallow as I swooped down and aimed for the narrowest of paths through the puddles of water and mud. At the bottom of Ouberg Pass, I came upon Weskus parked at the turnoff to a little dirt track, and we stopped for some refreshments.

Love my bike!









Across the road was a camp with a small chocolate brown donkey, who quickly came down to the closest corner, breathed heavily with emotion, and began braying heartrending tales of abandonment, neglect, solitude and loss. Its excellent physical condition made a mockery of its sad song, but the dramatic delivery tugged at my heart strings. I walked over to pay homage with pieces of orange which it took from my hand, delicately engulfing my fingers in its soppy lips without a nip of the teeth. We blew each other kisses, and the journey continued.







Around the corner from where we stopped was the start of a track that led to the back of Montagu. Weskus had ridden it before with some Worcester bikers, and hadn’t been quite sure where it started until he found it. It was described as not too bad but I quailed inside. I had a bad reputation with little dirt tracks and rocky tweespoor.

I tentatively revved up the Gentleman and started crawling up the track. It wasn’t too bad, uneven with some loose stones and ruts and mud puddles, and the Gentleman trundled on in a disciplined fashion. At the top I nearly lost control as the bike went up the right verge, and bounced over the grassy middleman when I tried to turn back onto the spoor, but I kept in mind that I was last and carrying lots of luggage. If I dropped the bike, I wouldn’t be able to lift it. I kept my fear and my throttle under control and kept on going, singing praises. Then, just outside Montagu, there was a steep little downhill, rutted and slippery, and a crossing covered in mud. I couldn’t get the Gentleman out of the ruts as it slipped sideways, and I jumped from side to side, fighting to keep the bike upright. I sent a desperate prayer upwards and carefully let go the clutch and the brake, and the Gentleman slid out of the rut and over the crossing. I jubilated - I hadn’t fallen! I hadn’t dropped the Purple Gentleman! 


We carried on to Robertson to fill up and have a bite to eat, but nu11 had had enough and wanted to carry on home.



I also had to get home to work in the morning, so we said good bye to the others and headed to Du Toitskloof via Rawsonville. The wind was terrible, trying to shove me off the road, but I relaxed and leaned into it. It was wonderful to see the rivers filled with rushing water, and all the gushing waterfalls on Du Toitskloof Pass, even though the weather was freezing.


At the R44 turn-off I tootled and waved good bye to nu11, and turned towards home, squinting against the undimmed brights and recklessly passing any and all cars in my path. At the front gate I called my sister to let me in, but she was out gallivanting with the boys - she’d taken my nephew and his friend to Rush to go play on trampolines. I was instructed to go to my mom in the Mediclinic until they returned. When I was finally summoned to head home, it had started raining, but I was too tired to care. I zoomed off down Adam Tas towards Polkadraai, grateful for the rain suit, glowing in the dark like a neon yellow condom.
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Re: Going Solo: Purple Turtle II to a Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« Reply #10 on: June 15, 2017, 02:40:58 am »
Great report...reminds me why i started riding and a gentle reminder to get at it again  :thumleft:
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Re: Going Solo: Purple Turtle II to a Hot Gig by a Frosty Guy
« Reply #11 on: June 15, 2017, 05:21:15 am »
Quote from: Donatellette(aka Ri)
I felt like a goose in a fois gras factory -
Bwahahaha. Great RR Ri
You have missed your calling in life...give up your day job already, go touring and write a book about your adventures


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« Reply #12 on: June 15, 2017, 06:54:09 am »
An amazing RR and I must say a talent not to waiver as you have a wonderful way with words! Awesome pictures as well. I almost feel well travelled after I read this RR. Beautiful!  :blob3:
 

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« Reply #13 on: June 15, 2017, 07:23:00 am »
Lekker Ri.
Dankie vir die deel.

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« Reply #14 on: June 15, 2017, 07:26:40 am »
Dit is 'n fantastiese RR en ek is erg jaloers.  Die "We blew each other kisses" foto is die dierbaarste ooit.   ;)
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« Reply #15 on: June 15, 2017, 07:30:48 am »
...

Seriaaas conversation




The Hippy & The Hillbilly ... could be quite the title of a  children's book

(... or maybe not ... characters in the book could result in teh kiddehs being psychologically scarred for life ;) )
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« Reply #16 on: June 15, 2017, 08:02:04 am »
Great RR.  :thumleft:

That place of Veldti looks almost to "netjies".  :spitcoffee:
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« Reply #17 on: June 15, 2017, 08:12:20 am »
Thanks for the lovely RR Ri  ;D
It was a lovely weekend at a great place!
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« Reply #18 on: June 15, 2017, 08:15:39 am »
 :biggrin: :biggrin: :biggrin:

Ri, luv your writing !
Agree with McSack, you will write an excellent adventure ride report book.

Ever thought of binding your Ride Reports in a short story book ?

Pics also great as always, very lekker to put a face to the name in the story.

Great RR !
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« Reply #19 on: June 15, 2017, 08:31:11 am »
Thanks for sharing

Such awesome pictures
How can I be lost when I have got nowhere to go?