Okay Saturday...
*Oros cracking his fingers*
A recap of Friday:
Vitamins - Drink
Tyres - Fit
Soundboi = Bee sting – F@€K
Cocky – Clutch op soos laas maand se pay
Gryshond – Undercover Security Boom Rigidity And Structural Soundness Checker
Fire Squirrel – Exhaust Demonized and got a life of its own. It put its foot down and made a stern decision “ EK BLY F’n NET HIER”
RedRider – Saving grace for the meat
Orange Swifty – My new hero, if you can drive that game viewer you can drive anything
Captain Morgan – Ja nê, what can I say… Like A Boss
Tents – much amusement
Laugh
Pielle - uit
More laggies
Fire – More Fire
And yet more laughs
Saturday morning I got woken up by Trompie (the farm Labrador) marking my tent as his territory around 6am. I was faced with a conundrum, do I get up and join in the what looked like a befokte ride or do I lay in and help groot baas Squirrel build the prototype of his brand new venture FireSquirrelExhausts (and by help I mean stand round and be the peanut gallery. O en dra drankies aan)- They are not so pretty but I do not think you will get any thing louder on the market…
Swifty scraped the paar minder broos and brave manne together and they went on the outride, about 7 of them. Me, Douw, and the Ria/an’s stayed behind and went on what would go down in history as the drunkest game drive of all time.
EVER!
Bender (AKA Spes Willie – of the very special forces, yes his mommy loves him very much and she thinks he can play with the normal kids :imaposer: ) went on a bender which made for many, many laughs and when the time came that the game viewer could not be handled all that lekker at 2nd gear idle speed Douw took the wheel.
As luck would have it, of course then it started to rain. Douw sitting in the rain driving while the rest of us mere mortals and Willie are at the back under the dakkie and we were told that, that was all part of the special forces training on how to stay dry. Bliksim my bra jy is donners snaaks as jy vol foamy cokes is.
JC and the Cockster went to town to report JC’s onderonsie and to get a case number for the hin-shua-rance and then Cocky got a lecture on what “astride” means by a speed cop. He tells the story so much better than I can. (So breeze. jy moet hom skryf) But a R500 fine later for not being “astride” and for not being astraait on a vehrihacle wif a genuine 100% illegal number plate (Sorry bra) they sleeped back to the farm, in time to watch the Bulle.
On the tusse, Douw built the loudest can I have ever heard. The outride pere came back wetter than the first 9 rows of seating at a Chip and Dale show, with some lekker stories to tell.
Bender realized that there is not nearly enough alcohol to make it through the night.
I recount that there was an uncomfortable thickness in the air like when the country first found out Hansie took some money to throw a game, very frantic phone calls were made to the plaasbaas who was on his way with Swifty’s Stoettie in tow to bring Bessie back to Pretoors. Dop orders were placed and you could hear the sigh of relief approximately almost exactly two point one seven three Kilometers away.
Straight after that call was made the skies cleared up, champagne fell from the heavens, robes parted and doves rose from the ashes. Phew!
Soon the fires were lit and we anxiously awaited Franna with the supplies, Bender kept us entertained and the more mangley brake were soon on his tale now that fresh supplies were enroute the manne het lat loop. Not too much time passed till everybody were screaming at each other like old worn out bus brakes. I made the call to get everything ready for the braai and Hein built the most amazing pap and sous (ons moet resepietjies ruil, hoor) and I think Douw packed the rump sosaties into a rooster for us. As I recall the braai was a bit under done but by the time we got to eating they were flippin amazing.
Spes Willie laai-ed the more brave among us in the landy for a night ride and I can only imagine the carnage that ensued. We were nestled baie gemaklik at the fire got some lekker tunes going, personality came by the glass full and soon everybody was telling lies and and having a great time. I don’t recall much of the rest of the evening but I do remember that it was stellar.
I removed my self from the fire and hurdled towards my bed while I still had the legs to carry me (sort of) somewhere around 01:30 while the regte manne pushed on into the wee hours of the morning.
The next day we got up packed, and clad ourselfs in as much plastic protection as possible and took a almost full group foto. Umm Spes Willie by now was almost Bender again maar was baie bleek and I decided to ride with him teerpad and JC joind us as to not cuase any unnessisary damage to his bike and what now was a baie eina shoulder the rest were to gooi gravel.
Baie dankie aan al die maaitjies wat die naweek so befok gemaak het. Ek het die moerse enjoy.
