Infernal Interlude: Crazy Glue Family Ride (December 2020)

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Ri

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Ahhhh... these crazy COVID days... the new normal has arrived.

In between the school holidays and trying to recoup my mental health, I sneak in a Thumper Bash ride in November of 2020. I join the ultraflight band and manage to fall on almost the first turn, which is that nasty steep and loose little hairpin that turns from the ex-plantation road onto Du Toitskloof Pass road.  We are only on that plantation road because I insisted :imaposer:

Thankfully it is my last fall for the ride, and I meet and ride with a bunch of lovely people. I share digs with Odd Dog and Tony the Boney, and couldn't wish for 2 more gentlemanly housemates. The Bash is lovely, as always, and the food is divine; I cherish the small penknife I "win", and the red print on the back of the Bash T-shirt now stains all my riding jackets.

Then December rolls around and any plans for a relaxed, restful, easy holiday disintegrates when my brother sends word that the family rented the Gifberg holiday farm for a week and we are summoned: all their in-laws in one idyllic space. I have just enough leave to comply. The adventure bug bites my sister and she decides she wants the family to ride there from Fraserburg in a motorbike cavalcade, something crazy the family will look back on and laugh about....eventually.

My 2 x DR650s are commandeered, along with my bro-in-law's 2 x DR200s. We'll take turns to ride the bikes (except me) and drive the car with the non-bikers which includes Ouma, packed to the hilt, with the trailer as back-up. The DR200s aren't road legal and one of the teens aren't legit but we'll get around that one way or another.

My sister wants this and my bro-in-law is determined to make it happen for her. True love :love6: or true madness... :eek:

Nephew drives home on Friday in my car, towing my trailer with one DR650 on, carpooling my niece and other "koshuisbrakke", to allow time for the Great (Over)Packing. I will ride up on Saturday on my other DR650. On Sunday morning at sparrow's cough we'll hit the dirt on our great family massacre adventure via a route my bro-in-law has been scoping and researching for minutes weeks.

Ri-sistance is futile. I stoically submit, load my bike, and hit the road.
 
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