Wabbit16
Race Dog
Soooo, as with all newbies, there's always the first time they meet up with the Wild Dog clan >
. Earlier on when I realised Cacher is also from PE, I thought 'why not? Let's do a ride the weekend'. Turns out he stays a few houses from me, but that I only found out later :lamer:
The KLR, prepped and ready (and clean :biggrin
When I woke up today, it looked like a lekker day out. No wind, clear-ish skies, and a midsummer reading on the thermometer. I had some olifantskilfers (Corn flakes) for brekkie, packed a backpack with some H2o and spare socks, and off I went at 09:20. I shot down to the Shell at Sunridge Village, gave my steed 4 litres of the Gulf's finest, and popped down to the Walker Drive service station where I met up with my school friend. He was on a Big Boy 200, but I must say there were some places where the little bike rode me away! I was very impressed with it. I organised with Cacher to meet up at the end of Walker Drive, near a townhouse complex. Either he was early, or we were late, but a few minutes later and we were already goeie ou pêlle.
After taking the piss for a few minutes, we were off. Between the complex and an open field, a path went down that way which eventually led us to the railway and a service road running parallel with it. I led the three of us, and after a few kays of rough bospaadjie and a few muddy spots, we came to an old quarry that had been filled up with water. Cacher mentioned that it was an old coal quarry, but they hit an underground water source and the whole pit filled up with delicious H2o. According to Cacher, it is up to 80 metres deep at spots. Yikes!
Just before we got there, I spotted the first wildlife of our trip:
I don't know what snake it was, but when I looked again, he was gone.
The Quarry:
Goeie geselskap 8):
N2 in the background, Fugly in the foreground:
After we had a break at the quarry, we turned back to take a little paadjie we passed a bit earlier on. Here we had our first mishap of the day: Cacher's topbox decided to become a bird and promptly flew up in the air! The mounting plate had a clip at the back that sheared off, and with some moer-voort bravado and the 'leave no man behind' mantra, we assesed the situation.
Eish:
RRRRROOOOAAAAARRRRR...!
Shocking:
Dual sidestands - awesome!:
The damage. Note the notch out of the rack:
Wee goow zees wey too Pee Eee...:
...and zees way to the Cape...:
Boer maak 'n plan! Out come the tiedowns and cable-ties:
Careful measurements...:
When nature calls :laughing4::
After reattaching the bo-doos/topbox, we were on our way again, with Cacher in the lead. Barely a kilometer further, we met up with a laaitie with a KX85 that ran outta juice. He had a lekker push ahead of him...and just afterwards, Cacher called it quits. The box was still moving around a lot, and he decided to take it easy on the way home. We went our seperate ways, and Said our farewells. We may have lost the battle but the war is far from over! We'll be back!
Hendrik and myself followed the trail further, but got lost shortly afterwards. Retracing our steps, we found the correct route. Eish, I really must get me a GPS sometime. We eventually reached civilisation again, and we were near where we started. As we only did about 15 kays, we wanted more, the greedy bastids that we were. We made a pitstop at Hendrik's house, filled up with coolies and off we went to the quarry near Malabar.
Pitstop!:
Now, I don't skrik easily, but this was bad. the trail (if you could call it that) was sandy, full of twigs, sticks and rocks. None of this phased the KLR, but it was 33*C in the valley and there wasn't a breeze to cool us off. The KLR was cycling the fan quite a lot, and we had a break to cool things down. Hendrik went too fast and launched across a log, almost dumping the bike. While the nerves calmed down, I took some more kiekies.
Sand!:
Recovering after the near miss. Note the riding gear (or lack thereof):
Eishhh lanie, die hitte sy klap ons:
Piss break :biggrin::
Shade!:
A better pic:
This is why I hate heavy bikes:
We continued with the path, and after a few river crossings, came to a quarry. There were a few indigenous folks around, but they, like the dassies, were just there to balbak.
Klippies:
Apparantly a person can ride up there, but I didn't want to take the chance:
Lovely little (roofless) homestead:
Check the path in the distance. MX bike heaven:
Hoezit:
Maybe another day...:
After following that track for another 10 kays, we were near Bridgemeade. We turned off onto the tar, and went past the power station. It soon turned to dirt again, and we were not alone here.
The steeds:
Some racers that were in the area:
By this time I saw my rear shock was leaking again, but I wasn't deterred. We rode parallel to the road nearby, and we went into the veld to find some more tracks without much success.
Lots of beef. Yum:
Me, kitted out in my bumblebee T-shirt :biggrin:. Note the changing weather:
Another one:
We gave up on finding more tracks. so we were on our way home via Mission Road, but at the end of the road I spotted some traffic cops. I'm legal, but my friend isn't. We made an about-face, and found a strange road that went into the bushes. Oh well, it has to lead somewhere. By now I was lost as a poep in a wind tunnel. I used my GSD and saw a familiar sight - Caltex! We were near the Hunters Hotel, and I knew we were near home. The weather was starting to turn foul, so I suggested we go to a friend of mine for some warmer clothes. Fast Forward to when we got there...
Killer pugs!:
One mean mo'fo:
Mist!:
Whitey:
Blackie decided to piddle down my friends' jean. Stop, drop and roll:
That brak wanted to eat my rear tyre for some unknown reason:
Filthy steeds:
The way we came:
We were on our way again, and we decided to stop off at Cow's Corner for some munch.
Dirt again!:
Mist again!:
Action shot:
Helmet art :biggrin::
Now the mist was getting a bit bad:
Nou's ek kwaad!:
Jailbirds:
Fooooood!:
The well organised shop. Was a bit quiet though, wonder if they make money?:
Helmet sex:
Back home:
And so ends a lekker trip. We did about 80 kays, and I got a lekker workout with the heavy Fugly. Thanks to the guys who made it worthwhile - Cacher and Boerseun :thumleft:
. Earlier on when I realised Cacher is also from PE, I thought 'why not? Let's do a ride the weekend'. Turns out he stays a few houses from me, but that I only found out later :lamer:The KLR, prepped and ready (and clean :biggrin
When I woke up today, it looked like a lekker day out. No wind, clear-ish skies, and a midsummer reading on the thermometer. I had some olifantskilfers (Corn flakes) for brekkie, packed a backpack with some H2o and spare socks, and off I went at 09:20. I shot down to the Shell at Sunridge Village, gave my steed 4 litres of the Gulf's finest, and popped down to the Walker Drive service station where I met up with my school friend. He was on a Big Boy 200, but I must say there were some places where the little bike rode me away! I was very impressed with it. I organised with Cacher to meet up at the end of Walker Drive, near a townhouse complex. Either he was early, or we were late, but a few minutes later and we were already goeie ou pêlle.
After taking the piss for a few minutes, we were off. Between the complex and an open field, a path went down that way which eventually led us to the railway and a service road running parallel with it. I led the three of us, and after a few kays of rough bospaadjie and a few muddy spots, we came to an old quarry that had been filled up with water. Cacher mentioned that it was an old coal quarry, but they hit an underground water source and the whole pit filled up with delicious H2o. According to Cacher, it is up to 80 metres deep at spots. Yikes!
Just before we got there, I spotted the first wildlife of our trip:
I don't know what snake it was, but when I looked again, he was gone.
The Quarry:
Goeie geselskap 8):
N2 in the background, Fugly in the foreground:
After we had a break at the quarry, we turned back to take a little paadjie we passed a bit earlier on. Here we had our first mishap of the day: Cacher's topbox decided to become a bird and promptly flew up in the air! The mounting plate had a clip at the back that sheared off, and with some moer-voort bravado and the 'leave no man behind' mantra, we assesed the situation.
Eish:
RRRRROOOOAAAAARRRRR...!
Shocking:
Dual sidestands - awesome!:
The damage. Note the notch out of the rack:
Wee goow zees wey too Pee Eee...:
...and zees way to the Cape...:
Boer maak 'n plan! Out come the tiedowns and cable-ties:
Careful measurements...:
When nature calls :laughing4::
After reattaching the bo-doos/topbox, we were on our way again, with Cacher in the lead. Barely a kilometer further, we met up with a laaitie with a KX85 that ran outta juice. He had a lekker push ahead of him...and just afterwards, Cacher called it quits. The box was still moving around a lot, and he decided to take it easy on the way home. We went our seperate ways, and Said our farewells. We may have lost the battle but the war is far from over! We'll be back!
Hendrik and myself followed the trail further, but got lost shortly afterwards. Retracing our steps, we found the correct route. Eish, I really must get me a GPS sometime. We eventually reached civilisation again, and we were near where we started. As we only did about 15 kays, we wanted more, the greedy bastids that we were. We made a pitstop at Hendrik's house, filled up with coolies and off we went to the quarry near Malabar.
Pitstop!:
Now, I don't skrik easily, but this was bad. the trail (if you could call it that) was sandy, full of twigs, sticks and rocks. None of this phased the KLR, but it was 33*C in the valley and there wasn't a breeze to cool us off. The KLR was cycling the fan quite a lot, and we had a break to cool things down. Hendrik went too fast and launched across a log, almost dumping the bike. While the nerves calmed down, I took some more kiekies.
Sand!:
Recovering after the near miss. Note the riding gear (or lack thereof):
Eishhh lanie, die hitte sy klap ons:
Piss break :biggrin::
Shade!:
A better pic:
This is why I hate heavy bikes:
We continued with the path, and after a few river crossings, came to a quarry. There were a few indigenous folks around, but they, like the dassies, were just there to balbak.
Klippies:
Apparantly a person can ride up there, but I didn't want to take the chance:
Lovely little (roofless) homestead:
Check the path in the distance. MX bike heaven:
Hoezit:
Maybe another day...:
After following that track for another 10 kays, we were near Bridgemeade. We turned off onto the tar, and went past the power station. It soon turned to dirt again, and we were not alone here.
The steeds:
Some racers that were in the area:
By this time I saw my rear shock was leaking again, but I wasn't deterred. We rode parallel to the road nearby, and we went into the veld to find some more tracks without much success.
Lots of beef. Yum:
Me, kitted out in my bumblebee T-shirt :biggrin:. Note the changing weather:
Another one:
We gave up on finding more tracks. so we were on our way home via Mission Road, but at the end of the road I spotted some traffic cops. I'm legal, but my friend isn't. We made an about-face, and found a strange road that went into the bushes. Oh well, it has to lead somewhere. By now I was lost as a poep in a wind tunnel. I used my GSD and saw a familiar sight - Caltex! We were near the Hunters Hotel, and I knew we were near home. The weather was starting to turn foul, so I suggested we go to a friend of mine for some warmer clothes. Fast Forward to when we got there...
Killer pugs!:
One mean mo'fo:
Mist!:
Whitey:
Blackie decided to piddle down my friends' jean. Stop, drop and roll:
That brak wanted to eat my rear tyre for some unknown reason:
Filthy steeds:
The way we came:
We were on our way again, and we decided to stop off at Cow's Corner for some munch.
Dirt again!:
Mist again!:
Action shot:
Helmet art :biggrin::
Now the mist was getting a bit bad:
Nou's ek kwaad!:
Jailbirds:
Fooooood!:
The well organised shop. Was a bit quiet though, wonder if they make money?:
Helmet sex:
Back home:
And so ends a lekker trip. We did about 80 kays, and I got a lekker workout with the heavy Fugly. Thanks to the guys who made it worthwhile - Cacher and Boerseun :thumleft:
