douw
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- Location
- Zwavelpoort - Pretoria East
- Bike
- KTM 690 Adventure
After a few phone calls and very little organizing 5 of us decided to head out for a 2 day ride to end of 2011.
Orange Swifty called a mate to organize lodgings and at 07H00 on Monday morning we met at the garage at the corner of Lynnwood and Hans Strydom.
With the over-indulgence of X-mas we hit the road with differing degrees of hangovers and just past Cullinan we stopped at an old farmhouse for the 1st smoke break of many..
We followed a route planned by HSK and soon we were having a blast… we travelled through Naboomspruit and settled in at Sasha’s for a lunch.
The total lack of planning now started playing a roll and the main questions were (a) What are we going to drink… (b) what are we going to eat… and (c).. where are we going to get petrol.
Our first session on day 2 would be a ride of 300kms without anywhere to get petrol so we had to fill up at Marken.
After getting some meat from the OK and drinks from the NBS we set out for our next stop.
We rode for a short while and after suddenly Gryshond who was on HSK’s HP2 disappeared in a huge plume of smoke. We all gathered to see what the problem was and soon we saw that he had blown the oil pipe on the front of the motor… the oil landing on the headers had caused the rather spectacular plume of white.
HSK got a strap from Swifty and towed JC to Marken.
On arrival at Marken we had to queue for petrol and had a few cold ones.
This gave Orange Swifty time to fix his 1st puncture for this trip and HSK got a pipe from an old car wreck to sort the HP.
Soon we were filled up and made our way to Bennie’s farm were we had a bed for the night.
The ride up to the lodge was a bit of a sand monster but soon we were settled in and got the fire going just before nightfall.
We woke the next morning with a serious realization that we would have to ride the sand monster again. With all the partying from the night before…
There was bound to be a sore head or two the next day…with the empties scattered like dead soldiers..
We left the farm and proceeded on riding some e of the most spectacular roads I have seen in a long time.
We stopped at a little road-side shop and got Coke and Lemon Cream biscuits for breakfast…planning was not high on the agenda….
We filled up again in Thabazimbi and got out of town towards Rooiberg.
With HSK and Gryshond out in front and Smokes following them we passed our mate François’s farm. Not 3 kms further down the road Smokes had a moerse off. He had gotten his front in a rut and after trying his best to recover the tankslapper he shot of the side of the road narrowly missing a huge steel gate.
As Swifty and myself came past we saw him lying next to the road with his SE on on its side.
The others had by now turned back and we helped him as best we could.
The bike was a bit of a mess as well…
Swifty called Francois who happened to be on his way to the farm and he came to fetch Smokes.
We also called Mrs Smokes and she left Jhb to fetch him from the farm.
Between Francois and Swifty they doctored Smokes and strapped his arm to help with the pain. They wrist was a bit of a shocker and he also had a deep cut where his glasses had cut him.
We gave him a few painkillers and a beer and waited for his family to fetch him.
HSK and Gryshond had other commitments and they safely rode home… Hein and I decided to stay on the farm for another night. We spent most of the remainder of the day hanging out in the pool with a cooler box and a gazebo.
The next morning early we woke early and with the mist hanging around we rode home via Bela Bela and Rust de Winter where we encountered the muddiest roads I have been on in years.
The trip back was not without dramas and Swifty got another flat after hitting a badly washed area on the road…
Soon I ran out of talent and high sided myself into the bushes. Swifty could not stop laughing at me but no harm done and we were off again.
We stopped at the last bottle store outside Mamelodi and had a final cold one for 2011.
While sitting on the step we talked about the happenings of the day before, Smoke’s crash and mostly about the rides we had this year… we have been blessed with so many opportunities.. and with such lekker roads and areas to visit. I loved being a biker in 2011….
…. And I am going to love it even more in 2012……
Orange Swifty called a mate to organize lodgings and at 07H00 on Monday morning we met at the garage at the corner of Lynnwood and Hans Strydom.
With the over-indulgence of X-mas we hit the road with differing degrees of hangovers and just past Cullinan we stopped at an old farmhouse for the 1st smoke break of many..
We followed a route planned by HSK and soon we were having a blast… we travelled through Naboomspruit and settled in at Sasha’s for a lunch.
The total lack of planning now started playing a roll and the main questions were (a) What are we going to drink… (b) what are we going to eat… and (c).. where are we going to get petrol.
Our first session on day 2 would be a ride of 300kms without anywhere to get petrol so we had to fill up at Marken.
After getting some meat from the OK and drinks from the NBS we set out for our next stop.
We rode for a short while and after suddenly Gryshond who was on HSK’s HP2 disappeared in a huge plume of smoke. We all gathered to see what the problem was and soon we saw that he had blown the oil pipe on the front of the motor… the oil landing on the headers had caused the rather spectacular plume of white.
HSK got a strap from Swifty and towed JC to Marken.
On arrival at Marken we had to queue for petrol and had a few cold ones.
This gave Orange Swifty time to fix his 1st puncture for this trip and HSK got a pipe from an old car wreck to sort the HP.
Soon we were filled up and made our way to Bennie’s farm were we had a bed for the night.
The ride up to the lodge was a bit of a sand monster but soon we were settled in and got the fire going just before nightfall.
We woke the next morning with a serious realization that we would have to ride the sand monster again. With all the partying from the night before…
There was bound to be a sore head or two the next day…with the empties scattered like dead soldiers..
We left the farm and proceeded on riding some e of the most spectacular roads I have seen in a long time.
We stopped at a little road-side shop and got Coke and Lemon Cream biscuits for breakfast…planning was not high on the agenda….
We filled up again in Thabazimbi and got out of town towards Rooiberg.
With HSK and Gryshond out in front and Smokes following them we passed our mate François’s farm. Not 3 kms further down the road Smokes had a moerse off. He had gotten his front in a rut and after trying his best to recover the tankslapper he shot of the side of the road narrowly missing a huge steel gate.
As Swifty and myself came past we saw him lying next to the road with his SE on on its side.
The others had by now turned back and we helped him as best we could.
The bike was a bit of a mess as well…
Swifty called Francois who happened to be on his way to the farm and he came to fetch Smokes.
We also called Mrs Smokes and she left Jhb to fetch him from the farm.
Between Francois and Swifty they doctored Smokes and strapped his arm to help with the pain. They wrist was a bit of a shocker and he also had a deep cut where his glasses had cut him.
We gave him a few painkillers and a beer and waited for his family to fetch him.
HSK and Gryshond had other commitments and they safely rode home… Hein and I decided to stay on the farm for another night. We spent most of the remainder of the day hanging out in the pool with a cooler box and a gazebo.
The next morning early we woke early and with the mist hanging around we rode home via Bela Bela and Rust de Winter where we encountered the muddiest roads I have been on in years.
The trip back was not without dramas and Swifty got another flat after hitting a badly washed area on the road…
Soon I ran out of talent and high sided myself into the bushes. Swifty could not stop laughing at me but no harm done and we were off again.
We stopped at the last bottle store outside Mamelodi and had a final cold one for 2011.
While sitting on the step we talked about the happenings of the day before, Smoke’s crash and mostly about the rides we had this year… we have been blessed with so many opportunities.. and with such lekker roads and areas to visit. I loved being a biker in 2011….
…. And I am going to love it even more in 2012……
