laurika
Grey Hound
So as we all know, Jo Rust travelled right round africa on her on a Dakar and her whit.
She has been welcomed all the way as she went, but this weekend she was coming home , so some of us decided to meet up with her in parys, and accompany her home to Melville.
a group of about 15 bikers met at BP garage on the N1 at 8 am...some old faces and a lot of new ones also. Tweets had planned a lekker little route , that avoided the normal Lenasia route, but started further along on the Potch road and cut through to Parys form the north western side.
it was good going, here and there some people would join us....Xt freak was sweeping and tweets was hauling arse in the front...the roads were wonderful, dry , little patches of dirt...and the best was:
all the acasia trees were in full flower....their heady scent combined with wet dirt was just wonderful...xt freak , go girl and myself were hanging in the back...slowly enjoying the smells and sights...
one rider had a bit of a panic , just before a puddle on a blind corner...and came off the side of the bend...fortunately his girlfriend cushioned his fall...poor girl, she was very sore..(.i hear cindys rib is fractured and displaced....sorry sister...you took it for your man :thumleft
after about 2 hours of riding we arrived at the Old Imperial Inn in Venterskroon...it lies in the Koepel/Dome of Parys, and is lush and green...beautiful..
Some guys were there already, some trickled in, Grunt and his boys came in from h
Heidelberg..Woody from Boksburg, Siddpitt from Kroonstad (or so i heard) some guys from Harties etc etc...
we drank, we ate, we welcomed Jolandi who snuck in somewhere between the toast and the scrambled eggs....
Adventurer had made her, with the help of Digi...a lovely t shirt to remember the day by, with a special design on the back..just for Jolandi...
after a good kuier, and a swim...people started for home...we held back and decided to ride back with Jolandi on tar to Melville....we rode like harley riders , in convoy...Jolandi was our road captain.....all the way ..like the flutist of Hamlin...se lead us home...like rats...ot:...
In Melville, a whole lot of her friends and family waited for Jolandi...with great roar the bikes parked....we had a quick coffee and cake, and left Jolandi to bond with dear ones...
all in all a wonderful day...we managed some good dirt, some new friends, welcomed Jolandi, and got to feel like Harley Dudes....a job well done Jolandi, we are all so very proud of you , and wish you many more adventures, and hope that we can all share in them again....
travel...because you can.
She has been welcomed all the way as she went, but this weekend she was coming home , so some of us decided to meet up with her in parys, and accompany her home to Melville.
a group of about 15 bikers met at BP garage on the N1 at 8 am...some old faces and a lot of new ones also. Tweets had planned a lekker little route , that avoided the normal Lenasia route, but started further along on the Potch road and cut through to Parys form the north western side.
it was good going, here and there some people would join us....Xt freak was sweeping and tweets was hauling arse in the front...the roads were wonderful, dry , little patches of dirt...and the best was:
all the acasia trees were in full flower....their heady scent combined with wet dirt was just wonderful...xt freak , go girl and myself were hanging in the back...slowly enjoying the smells and sights...
one rider had a bit of a panic , just before a puddle on a blind corner...and came off the side of the bend...fortunately his girlfriend cushioned his fall...poor girl, she was very sore..(.i hear cindys rib is fractured and displaced....sorry sister...you took it for your man :thumleft
after about 2 hours of riding we arrived at the Old Imperial Inn in Venterskroon...it lies in the Koepel/Dome of Parys, and is lush and green...beautiful..
Some guys were there already, some trickled in, Grunt and his boys came in from h
Heidelberg..Woody from Boksburg, Siddpitt from Kroonstad (or so i heard) some guys from Harties etc etc...
we drank, we ate, we welcomed Jolandi who snuck in somewhere between the toast and the scrambled eggs....
Adventurer had made her, with the help of Digi...a lovely t shirt to remember the day by, with a special design on the back..just for Jolandi...
after a good kuier, and a swim...people started for home...we held back and decided to ride back with Jolandi on tar to Melville....we rode like harley riders , in convoy...Jolandi was our road captain.....all the way ..like the flutist of Hamlin...se lead us home...like rats...
ot:...In Melville, a whole lot of her friends and family waited for Jolandi...with great roar the bikes parked....we had a quick coffee and cake, and left Jolandi to bond with dear ones...
all in all a wonderful day...we managed some good dirt, some new friends, welcomed Jolandi, and got to feel like Harley Dudes....a job well done Jolandi, we are all so very proud of you , and wish you many more adventures, and hope that we can all share in them again....
travel...because you can.
