MaddyS
Race Dog
My dad and I decided to hit the road to do a loop of 197kms, the original route. Him on his hunka junk 125cc and me on the Little Tart. I really need to change her name after this route.
The route went as planned, right up until about 20kms after Steynsrus where the GPS went haywire and threw us totally off track.
The first few kms were a nice relaxing ride with a few puddles here and there from the light rain the night before. I remember thinking this is going to be a nice cool ride, still slightly overcast with no rain until in the afternoon.
Well, that thought was dashed when we reached part of our trip behind Ventersburg and I saw this
my new thought was, oh sh!t here comes trouble, not realizing it's going to get much much worse 
We made it through with a lot of slipping and sliding. I decided to ride in the water because it ended up being less slippery and much more fun. I can say my boots have now dried a day later
After the fun and games of the slippery track, we decided to have a break at these awesome old ruins. The FS seems to be riddled with them and one always wonders about the history of these old legends.
Looking at this you think what a great relaxing ride this is going to be. Ja, no, DO NOT EVER think that how I did not see my butt during this whole ride is beyond me. It was only by the grace if God that I stayed upright-ish.
At the bottom of
was what I thought to be a mud patch from hell. Still did not drop my bike...YAY . My dad said his first thought was "oh sh!t, she's down". Not one of us thought to take pics of the mud though. Those tracks would have looked like a kid trying to draw a straight line for the first time.
At this point we're about 100 kms in and I'm tired of slippery and muddy tracks. I still said to my dad I would kill for a decent non-slippery dirt road. But alas, it was not meant to be 
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We came across this flooded road and since my boots were already wet, I was volunteered to do the depth check. By the time it passed my knees, I was literally thinking life jackets, flotation devices because we were on small bikes. At the top of the pic you can see where the water is flowing, that's the deepest section.
We did take our bikes through. I got my dad to take my bike seeing as he can flatfoot on my bike just in case he needs to put a foot down . I took his hunka junk which almost drown in the deep end. He, my dad, wanted a video of him crossing the great waters, but the chicken took his bike through a shallower portion of the road.
At least our bikes are clean now
ja, not for long. We had an interesting ride back in that we had washed out roads, more mud, corrugations from hell which are always fun when muddy.
Just before crossing the N1 to head back home, I said to my dad that accidents always happen within 10kms of home, so I'm taking it slow and steady. Ja, right.
We cross the N1, roads are slightly wet, not too bad until they're no longer there but are a figment of your imagination under all the water. Unfortunately once threw this section I didn't stop to take pics. There was no way I was stopping in mud just to try and get momentum again.
This whole road was covered in a foot of water. Literally muddy water fun and games the whole way through (old pic). It was literally by the grace of God that I didn't drop my bike. I am really not that good of a rider, but it sure heck was fun. My dad said he saw me shooting from one side of the road to the other the whole way through
How my dad got through is unknown to me he has almost zero tread on his tyres and he literally just glided through all the mud patches.
After inspecting this cheeky little beast, she has been washed, dried and resting in the garage. The only damage sustained is she lost a screw on the handlebar mounting. Great little bike.
The hunka junk did well considering it has almost no tread and did the full 268kms with fuel to spare. R100 to fill it up, not bad.
The route went as planned, right up until about 20kms after Steynsrus where the GPS went haywire and threw us totally off track.
The first few kms were a nice relaxing ride with a few puddles here and there from the light rain the night before. I remember thinking this is going to be a nice cool ride, still slightly overcast with no rain until in the afternoon.
Well, that thought was dashed when we reached part of our trip behind Ventersburg and I saw this
my new thought was, oh sh!t here comes trouble, not realizing it's going to get much much worse
We made it through with a lot of slipping and sliding. I decided to ride in the water because it ended up being less slippery and much more fun. I can say my boots have now dried a day later
After the fun and games of the slippery track, we decided to have a break at these awesome old ruins. The FS seems to be riddled with them and one always wonders about the history of these old legends.
Looking at this
you think what a great relaxing ride this is going to be. Ja, no, DO NOT EVER think that how I did not see my butt during this whole ride is beyond me. It was only by the grace if God that I stayed upright-ish.
At the bottom of
was what I thought to be a mud patch from hell. Still did not drop my bike...YAY . My dad said his first thought was "oh sh!t, she's down". Not one of us thought to take pics of the mud though. Those tracks would have looked like a kid trying to draw a straight line for the first time.
At this point
we're about 100 kms in and I'm tired of slippery and muddy tracks. I still said to my dad I would kill for a decent non-slippery dirt road. But alas, it was not meant to be .We came across this flooded road and since my boots were already wet, I was volunteered to do the depth check. By the time it passed my knees, I was literally thinking life jackets, flotation devices because we were on small bikes. At the top of the pic you can see where the water is flowing, that's the deepest section.
We did take our bikes through. I got my dad to take my bike seeing as he can flatfoot on my bike just in case he needs to put a foot down . I took his hunka junk which almost drown in the deep end
. He, my dad, wanted a video of him crossing the great waters, but the chicken took his bike through a shallower portion of the road.At least our bikes are clean now
ja, not for long. We had an interesting ride back in that we had washed out roads, more mud, corrugations from hell which are always fun when muddy.Just before crossing the N1 to head back home, I said to my dad that accidents always happen within 10kms of home, so I'm taking it slow and steady. Ja, right.
We cross the N1, roads are slightly wet, not too bad until they're no longer there but are a figment of your imagination under all the water. Unfortunately once threw this section I didn't stop to take pics. There was no way I was stopping in mud just to try and get momentum again.
This whole road
was covered in a foot of water. Literally muddy water fun and games the whole way through (old pic). It was literally by the grace of God that I didn't drop my bike. I am really not that good of a rider, but it sure heck was fun. My dad said he saw me shooting from one side of the road to the other the whole way through
How my dad got through is unknown to me
he has almost zero tread on his tyres and he literally just glided through all the mud patches.After inspecting this cheeky little beast, she has been washed, dried and resting in the garage. The only damage sustained is she lost a screw on the handlebar mounting. Great little bike.
The hunka junk did well considering it has almost no tread and did the full 268kms with fuel to spare. R100 to fill it up, not bad.
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Fun ride and priviledged to do it with your dad. Thanks for posting.
