mountainboy
Race Dog
Eisbein said:
cool
when I boeka (thats means when I eat after fasting today - lesson for the day :mwink
7 Days up the Westcoast and to Namibia, or how I got waterskoeter'ed: Completed!
- Thread starter Eisbein
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cool
when I boeka (thats means when I eat after fasting today - lesson for the day :mwink
durtseeker
Race Dog
How long did it take you to get to Gert du Toit se baai?
Eisbein
Bachelor Dog
Day 2 - Gert du Toit se Baai to Port Nolloth
After a good night's rest (I always sleep better with the sound of waves and the shore close by) we woke to another perfect day for riding.
As luck would have it we all had our bikes and had time off, so we could Carpe the living daylights out of this Diem ;D
CJ was up, ready and packed before the rest, so he took this photo.
That is his Africa Twin standing ready to roll.
What an awesome spot to have spent the night. All of us felt we could stay another day or two here
The road was more of the same type of surface as the previous day and more stunning scenery awaited us.
I absolutely love that the road twists closer and further to/from the sea.
The types of road and scenery we were treated to
Biesie taking some of it in
Klaing arriving at one of the gates
CJ leaving the same gate
Our 1st stop and regroup at 'brand se baai'
Every single one of these little bays and places is a place that is in itself worthy of staying over at and exploring/experiencing a little more
A couple of shots taken on the way to Garies (were we filled up, had lunch and sadly had to say our goodbye's to Highlander, who was gunning it via the N7 home.)
From there it wasn't far 'till we got on more scenic gravel roads again on our way to Hondeklipbaai, through the Kleinsee diamond mining area and on towards Port Nolloth.
Biesie in the distance
Here and there it was a little rutted with the occasional loose surface, but nothing that was close to being an issue.
There was once where we came 'round a fast sweeping corner with a very loose, very deep (and by the time we arrived very rutted) sandy surface, but it was more of the same - get up and gas it and before you know it you are on the other side.
The types of roads I love so much - twists, rises and falls as it ribbons into the distance
And more of those
One of the reasons I like sweeping - seeing your riding buddies stretched out on a road like this ahead of you.
Magic
Surf coming over a little hill with a little different perspective
At hondklipbaai we saw this - I thought it looked like a Westcoast version of Alcatraz ;D ;D
After a quick regroup (and Ektoknbike checking his battery terminals again) we were off through the Kleinsee diamond mine area.
What a boring piece of road.
It just goes on and on.
At least we got to see a herd or two of gemsbok and springbok.
There was also one chop in his Toyota bakkie coming from the front that probably thought it funny to swerve right into our lane about 50 meters from Topbox. Apart from a 'groot skrik' nothing happened, but still. It wasn't funny from our perspective
This is the road through there:
Boooooooring
We arrived at Port Nolloth and with the wind going like it was and the sun dangerously low we enquired about getting chalets instead of camping.
Turns out it was R15 per person more expensive for that, so the decision didn't take long.
We went to 'Vespetti' for a pizza and something to quench the collective thirst.
Man - what an interesting fellow Chris (the owner) is.
He and a friend did a 'round South Africa trip a couple of years ago on their P150X's. The real Vespa's. I'm not talking about the 4 stroke metro sexual kind. I'm talking about the real deal - the 2 stroke, limited, cable operated via twist grip manual gears, mix your own 2-stroke with the supplied little cup, lawnmower sounding, carry an extra sparkplug, fix it with bloudraad original legend Vespa.
8000km over three months.
He fell in love with Port Nolloth and decided to come and open a Restaurant here.
The stories he had to tell. We could spend hours and days here just talking and listening to him.
They are planning to do Durban to Dublin in 2013 - also on their Vespas.
This guy is living proof that true adventure spirit is definitely not in the size/brand of the bike you ride, but in the heart of the person riding it.
All our bikes standing outside Vespetti's.
There was this 'tannie' that was totally fascinated by Piksteel's 990. She saw it the 1st time and then she went to fetch her husband.
Lots of pointing and gesturing and animated talking.
Then as some of their friends arrived the same animated discussion, pointing and gesturing happened again.
A couple of parked heavily loaded and dirty bikes with out-of-town registration numbers sure is a hellova conversation starter and ice breaker
The 'gang' in high spirits and having a jol:
Again there was lots of laughter and discussions ranging from the downright ridiculous and delightfully silly to deep and meaningful and trying to get answers to 'life, the universe and everything', but mostly it was just a lighthearted evening with us just having a hellova lekker time.
There was jokes and silliness (documented with photos as well) but I'll leave those to the other guys to post.
And so the sun set on day two of our trip.
After a good night's rest (I always sleep better with the sound of waves and the shore close by) we woke to another perfect day for riding.
As luck would have it we all had our bikes and had time off, so we could Carpe the living daylights out of this Diem ;D
CJ was up, ready and packed before the rest, so he took this photo.
That is his Africa Twin standing ready to roll.
What an awesome spot to have spent the night. All of us felt we could stay another day or two here
The road was more of the same type of surface as the previous day and more stunning scenery awaited us.
I absolutely love that the road twists closer and further to/from the sea.
The types of road and scenery we were treated to
Biesie taking some of it in
Klaing arriving at one of the gates
CJ leaving the same gate
Our 1st stop and regroup at 'brand se baai'
Every single one of these little bays and places is a place that is in itself worthy of staying over at and exploring/experiencing a little more
A couple of shots taken on the way to Garies (were we filled up, had lunch and sadly had to say our goodbye's to Highlander, who was gunning it via the N7 home.)
From there it wasn't far 'till we got on more scenic gravel roads again on our way to Hondeklipbaai, through the Kleinsee diamond mining area and on towards Port Nolloth.
Biesie in the distance
Here and there it was a little rutted with the occasional loose surface, but nothing that was close to being an issue.
There was once where we came 'round a fast sweeping corner with a very loose, very deep (and by the time we arrived very rutted) sandy surface, but it was more of the same - get up and gas it and before you know it you are on the other side.
The types of roads I love so much - twists, rises and falls as it ribbons into the distance
And more of those
One of the reasons I like sweeping - seeing your riding buddies stretched out on a road like this ahead of you.
Magic
Surf coming over a little hill with a little different perspective
At hondklipbaai we saw this - I thought it looked like a Westcoast version of Alcatraz ;D ;D
After a quick regroup (and Ektoknbike checking his battery terminals again) we were off through the Kleinsee diamond mine area.
What a boring piece of road.
It just goes on and on.
At least we got to see a herd or two of gemsbok and springbok.
There was also one chop in his Toyota bakkie coming from the front that probably thought it funny to swerve right into our lane about 50 meters from Topbox. Apart from a 'groot skrik' nothing happened, but still. It wasn't funny from our perspective
This is the road through there:
Boooooooring
We arrived at Port Nolloth and with the wind going like it was and the sun dangerously low we enquired about getting chalets instead of camping.
Turns out it was R15 per person more expensive for that, so the decision didn't take long.
We went to 'Vespetti' for a pizza and something to quench the collective thirst.
Man - what an interesting fellow Chris (the owner) is.
He and a friend did a 'round South Africa trip a couple of years ago on their P150X's. The real Vespa's. I'm not talking about the 4 stroke metro sexual kind. I'm talking about the real deal - the 2 stroke, limited, cable operated via twist grip manual gears, mix your own 2-stroke with the supplied little cup, lawnmower sounding, carry an extra sparkplug, fix it with bloudraad original legend Vespa.
8000km over three months.
He fell in love with Port Nolloth and decided to come and open a Restaurant here.
The stories he had to tell. We could spend hours and days here just talking and listening to him.
They are planning to do Durban to Dublin in 2013 - also on their Vespas.
This guy is living proof that true adventure spirit is definitely not in the size/brand of the bike you ride, but in the heart of the person riding it.
All our bikes standing outside Vespetti's.
There was this 'tannie' that was totally fascinated by Piksteel's 990. She saw it the 1st time and then she went to fetch her husband.
Lots of pointing and gesturing and animated talking.
Then as some of their friends arrived the same animated discussion, pointing and gesturing happened again.
A couple of parked heavily loaded and dirty bikes with out-of-town registration numbers sure is a hellova conversation starter and ice breaker
The 'gang' in high spirits and having a jol:
Again there was lots of laughter and discussions ranging from the downright ridiculous and delightfully silly to deep and meaningful and trying to get answers to 'life, the universe and everything', but mostly it was just a lighthearted evening with us just having a hellova lekker time.
There was jokes and silliness (documented with photos as well) but I'll leave those to the other guys to post.
And so the sun set on day two of our trip.
Eisbein
Bachelor Dog
durtseeker said:
Difficult to say.
We were very rustig and with all the detours and tops we were there at about 16:30 (left Killarney about 8:30 ?)
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Eisbein
Bachelor Dog
Day 3 - Macdougal's bay to Rosh Pina and somewhere on the northern bank of the Orange River.
Refreshed and very much in the mood for a border crossing we were ready to roll somewhere between 8 and 9.
A couple of last minute chain tension/lube and luggage strap checks and we were on our way from MacDougal's bay towards Sendelingsdrift.
A bit of boring stretch of road was ahead of us, made slightly more annoying by a sideways headwind.
Operator has a Djebel 250 and although his bike easily traveled at highway speeds it did struggle a little against the wind.
His bike is the perfect fit for 97% of his biking and adventure riding requirements and besides: Of the plus/minus 2500km we did over the 6 days about 400km was boring straightish tar road.
So we knew from the beginning that a head wind on one of these roads might be an issue, but we were not going to let a little thing like this stand in Operator's way of enjoying the trip with us. So we did the natural thing.
The big GS's make for a nice slipstream. ;D
Me and Surf took turns in about 40km stretches at a time to have Operator's Djebel hook onto our rear wheels.
Doing that we sometimes got speeds of up to 130km/h. Concentrating on that also gave us something to do and within no time we had these long and boring stretches behind us.
Sure his bike was slower in the windy tar sections.
But he was probably laughing in his helmet again when the gravel and rougher bits arrived. ;D ;D ;D
This was just after Alexander bay.
The scenery was already rapidly changing and you could see/feel the desert climate coming on.
Starting to look like a moon landscape...
Weird to think that on the other side of that river is Namibia...
The BMW R1150 GSLunarLander ;D ;D
Those who know me knows that I prefer green hills and softer vegitation, but I must confess that there is a beauty in this harsh, rugged landscape that is hard to beat.
This place somehow talks to your soul.
It is also easy to see where you are getting closer to the river again
This was just before the access control point on the way to Sendelingsdrift
Having signed in we were on our way again
It was a rather rowdy and loud troupe that waltzed into the border post at Sendelingsdrift.
Jokes and banter was the order of the day. Especially when the customs official came out with his white latex gloves to sniff through our luggage.
You can imagine the type of jokes that were made.
;D ;D ;D
Eventually we were all through and we were heading for the pontoon
Pooratech Leat Brace ;D ;D
Look at the description: Vir meer as 32kg. I think I qualify. :
Good-bye South Africa!
This was at the border control post on the Namibia side.
In the jokes and talk on the other side Topbox didn't realize that there were two offices where you were supposed to enter and that the 2nd one stamps your passport.
So he had to go back to get it stamped and we were very happy to not have to put our riding gear on in the blazing sun.
I am sure that Namibia is closer to the sun than what we are...
;D
I stopped for a while to just listen to the stillness.
For about 5 kilometers I was riding alone before I caught up with the guys ahead.
I tell you in that area with that scenery and landscapes you can feel alone quite quickly.
But there is also something in you that feels more alive than when the city's got its polluted little fingers around your heart.
At some point in my life I need to go through Namibia on a solo ride. This place speaks to the place deep in you where a Disprin dissolves...
But for now I was happy to see the dust tails ahead of me again.
In Rosh Pina we got fuel and we stopped at this place for lunch.
Friendly people and good food. That seems to be the norm around these parts.
We headed to the Spar where we got our supplies again and then we headed back towards the road that would eventually take us to Noordoewer and Vioolsdrif
I know I say it a lot, but you must understand that you are dealing with a complete Namibia newbie.
This scene stirred something in me.
Almost surreal. A little out of this world.
But oh so beautiful.
If we had the time I would have switched off the bike and just sat there for an hour or two just trying to take all of this in.
About 30km in total from Rosh Pina we turned off from the road and headed straight for the river.
This meant about 200-300 meters of river bed.
Fun ;D ;D
With my new found sand confidence I attacked this riverbed with full force (it is not so deep to start off with, then it gets a little harder where you can see the rocks and then it gets really soft after that for the last bit)
There was just one issue. Surf did the same just ahead of me and then hit a rock a little too hard. In trying to avoid a 2nd one he had to ease off the throttle and sunk into a rut just ahead of a little ledge/ridge, on top of which he ran out of steam and promptly toppled over. ;D
The gap that I was aiming for was now all of a sudden GSA and Surf filled, so I tapped of a little as well and felt my bike sink into the sand.
Try as I may I went under that 'critical speed' of where you can still make it float and it sank like a ton of bricks.
;D
It was so dug in that the wheels almost didn't kick anything up anymore.
;D
I just got off - didn't have to use the stand and with flat-footing the sand I had my backside about a feet out of the seat.
DigDug
Btw - here you can see the camping spot - nice eh ? ;D
For a giggle we decided to take a photo of the massive 250 coming to the rescue.
;D ;D
The rope was tied to the forks and Operator (just to see what would happen) opened the taps. I couldn't even feel the forks move.
A heavily loaded GS that has sunk to it's belly plate doesn't let it be moved by just anything... ;D
So this was how we dealt with it - take the wood off, kick it over, fill the gap with sand, get it upright and try again.
On digging out Operator took this photo.
I think it looks very cool.
CJ have a couple of cool photos of various guys crossing the riverbed in style.
I'll let him post those later.
This is some random photos after we set up camp.
Different angle on Topbox's XR.
CJ chilling
Klaing chilling
Camping on the bank of the Orange river
Topbox on 'his' island ;D
Sunset over the orange river with Biesie's Tenere looking on
Last light
Of all the sleeping arrangements and places we camped this was probably the best one for me.
I could have easily stayed another day or three right here with day out rides.
What you need to understand to try and 'get' a little bit of how I experienced this you must realize that when I joined Wilddogs about 2 1/2 years ago, this was the type of photos that I would look at and think 'This is the type of thing one can only dream of'.
To me getting to a spot like this with your bike and everything you need on it, camping just 'somewhere' was the very thing that I considered true 'adventure riding'. Granted, this isn't as huge as an unsupported Angola trip or so remote and out of the way, but still - this was just regular old computer-nerd-run-of-the-mill-overweight me. Doing the things that 3 years ago I didn't think was possible.
Some might scoff at this and think that it isn't worth writing a song about, but to me, right here, this was biking heaven.
Most of the guys had a couple of rough and late nights, so it wasn't that late before it was only me, Operator and Topbox left next to the fire.
Just talking about all sorts of things watching 1st the moon and later the Southern Cross disappear behind the dark outline of the mountain, etched in the sea of stars.
I turned in a little later. Very tired but thoroughly satisfied.
And still having the time of my life.
To be honest - the only thing that would have made this better was to be able to share it with my wife.
This area sparked a stillness and a quiet peace in my soul that I just have to share with her.
And I will.
What a blessing this day turned out to be.
Refreshed and very much in the mood for a border crossing we were ready to roll somewhere between 8 and 9.
A couple of last minute chain tension/lube and luggage strap checks and we were on our way from MacDougal's bay towards Sendelingsdrift.
A bit of boring stretch of road was ahead of us, made slightly more annoying by a sideways headwind.
Operator has a Djebel 250 and although his bike easily traveled at highway speeds it did struggle a little against the wind.
His bike is the perfect fit for 97% of his biking and adventure riding requirements and besides: Of the plus/minus 2500km we did over the 6 days about 400km was boring straightish tar road.
So we knew from the beginning that a head wind on one of these roads might be an issue, but we were not going to let a little thing like this stand in Operator's way of enjoying the trip with us. So we did the natural thing.
The big GS's make for a nice slipstream. ;D
Me and Surf took turns in about 40km stretches at a time to have Operator's Djebel hook onto our rear wheels.
Doing that we sometimes got speeds of up to 130km/h. Concentrating on that also gave us something to do and within no time we had these long and boring stretches behind us.
Sure his bike was slower in the windy tar sections.
But he was probably laughing in his helmet again when the gravel and rougher bits arrived. ;D ;D ;D
This was just after Alexander bay.
The scenery was already rapidly changing and you could see/feel the desert climate coming on.
Starting to look like a moon landscape...
Weird to think that on the other side of that river is Namibia...
The BMW R1150 GSLunarLander ;D ;D
Those who know me knows that I prefer green hills and softer vegitation, but I must confess that there is a beauty in this harsh, rugged landscape that is hard to beat.
This place somehow talks to your soul.
It is also easy to see where you are getting closer to the river again
This was just before the access control point on the way to Sendelingsdrift
Having signed in we were on our way again
It was a rather rowdy and loud troupe that waltzed into the border post at Sendelingsdrift.
Jokes and banter was the order of the day. Especially when the customs official came out with his white latex gloves to sniff through our luggage.
You can imagine the type of jokes that were made.
;D ;D ;D
Eventually we were all through and we were heading for the pontoon
Pooratech Leat Brace ;D ;D
Look at the description: Vir meer as 32kg. I think I qualify. :
Good-bye South Africa!
This was at the border control post on the Namibia side.
In the jokes and talk on the other side Topbox didn't realize that there were two offices where you were supposed to enter and that the 2nd one stamps your passport.
So he had to go back to get it stamped and we were very happy to not have to put our riding gear on in the blazing sun.
I am sure that Namibia is closer to the sun than what we are...
;D
I stopped for a while to just listen to the stillness.
For about 5 kilometers I was riding alone before I caught up with the guys ahead.
I tell you in that area with that scenery and landscapes you can feel alone quite quickly.
But there is also something in you that feels more alive than when the city's got its polluted little fingers around your heart.
At some point in my life I need to go through Namibia on a solo ride. This place speaks to the place deep in you where a Disprin dissolves...
But for now I was happy to see the dust tails ahead of me again.
In Rosh Pina we got fuel and we stopped at this place for lunch.
Friendly people and good food. That seems to be the norm around these parts.
We headed to the Spar where we got our supplies again and then we headed back towards the road that would eventually take us to Noordoewer and Vioolsdrif
I know I say it a lot, but you must understand that you are dealing with a complete Namibia newbie.
This scene stirred something in me.
Almost surreal. A little out of this world.
But oh so beautiful.
If we had the time I would have switched off the bike and just sat there for an hour or two just trying to take all of this in.
About 30km in total from Rosh Pina we turned off from the road and headed straight for the river.
This meant about 200-300 meters of river bed.
Fun ;D ;D
With my new found sand confidence I attacked this riverbed with full force (it is not so deep to start off with, then it gets a little harder where you can see the rocks and then it gets really soft after that for the last bit)
There was just one issue. Surf did the same just ahead of me and then hit a rock a little too hard. In trying to avoid a 2nd one he had to ease off the throttle and sunk into a rut just ahead of a little ledge/ridge, on top of which he ran out of steam and promptly toppled over. ;D
The gap that I was aiming for was now all of a sudden GSA and Surf filled, so I tapped of a little as well and felt my bike sink into the sand.
Try as I may I went under that 'critical speed' of where you can still make it float and it sank like a ton of bricks.
;D
It was so dug in that the wheels almost didn't kick anything up anymore.
;D
I just got off - didn't have to use the stand and with flat-footing the sand I had my backside about a feet out of the seat.
DigDug
Btw - here you can see the camping spot - nice eh ? ;D
For a giggle we decided to take a photo of the massive 250 coming to the rescue.
;D ;D
The rope was tied to the forks and Operator (just to see what would happen) opened the taps. I couldn't even feel the forks move.
A heavily loaded GS that has sunk to it's belly plate doesn't let it be moved by just anything... ;D
So this was how we dealt with it - take the wood off, kick it over, fill the gap with sand, get it upright and try again.
On digging out Operator took this photo.
I think it looks very cool.
CJ have a couple of cool photos of various guys crossing the riverbed in style.
I'll let him post those later.
This is some random photos after we set up camp.
Different angle on Topbox's XR.
CJ chilling
Klaing chilling
Camping on the bank of the Orange river
Topbox on 'his' island ;D
Sunset over the orange river with Biesie's Tenere looking on
Last light
Of all the sleeping arrangements and places we camped this was probably the best one for me.
I could have easily stayed another day or three right here with day out rides.
What you need to understand to try and 'get' a little bit of how I experienced this you must realize that when I joined Wilddogs about 2 1/2 years ago, this was the type of photos that I would look at and think 'This is the type of thing one can only dream of'.
To me getting to a spot like this with your bike and everything you need on it, camping just 'somewhere' was the very thing that I considered true 'adventure riding'. Granted, this isn't as huge as an unsupported Angola trip or so remote and out of the way, but still - this was just regular old computer-nerd-run-of-the-mill-overweight me. Doing the things that 3 years ago I didn't think was possible.
Some might scoff at this and think that it isn't worth writing a song about, but to me, right here, this was biking heaven.
Most of the guys had a couple of rough and late nights, so it wasn't that late before it was only me, Operator and Topbox left next to the fire.
Just talking about all sorts of things watching 1st the moon and later the Southern Cross disappear behind the dark outline of the mountain, etched in the sea of stars.
I turned in a little later. Very tired but thoroughly satisfied.
And still having the time of my life.
To be honest - the only thing that would have made this better was to be able to share it with my wife.
This area sparked a stillness and a quiet peace in my soul that I just have to share with her.
And I will.
What a blessing this day turned out to be.
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Trailrider
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Very nice bike Biesie!
Hallo Phumba?
Namibia sort of takes a hold in your soul. Once you've been there you will always want to go back. Again and again. Forever. Every year you don't creates a hole in your soul and that hole gets bigger and bigger forcing you to fill it again. Before it consumes you...
How truly fortunate you are to have been there.
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Nice RR Eisbein. I like the way you describe the experience, also in the words you're using. Very nice route.
Please skip tea time and lunch t'morrow and do the rest of the report instead :biggrin:
Please skip tea time and lunch t'morrow and do the rest of the report instead :biggrin:
Buzzlightyear
Grey Hound
Nice! :thumleft:
Whotsup with the beesting?
Whotsup with the beesting?
wacko
Pack Dog
Lekker Eisbein :thumleft:
keep it coming
keep it coming
Briekmerk
Race Dog
durtseeker said:
I just checked the time of pics taken. We arrived at Langebaan about 09h00 /09h15 and had some breakfast. At Elandsbay we probably spent 45min, at Lambertsbay 30min, and at Lutzville 30min. We arrived at Gert d Toit's bay at about 16h30, after spending quite a bit of time on the sand patches ;D
O
Oppad
Guest
Lekker, still waiting in anticipation for how you got waterscootered or did I miss it?
topbox
Race Dog
Day 1
just to add a bit as its mostly covered
we met , all ready to go
and had a bit of sports
we intended popping in at the motard track day but used the wrong gate
and so instead hit the road north
and for me this is when the trip really started, the beginning of the end of the tar
as you can see this is brandy country
While Ektoknbike sorted his battery we all had 2 quick "steering dampers". His bike has a fancy Scott's damper and didnt need further assistance. We opted for the Black label type.
just to add a bit as its mostly covered
we met , all ready to go
and had a bit of sports
we intended popping in at the motard track day but used the wrong gate
and so instead hit the road north
and for me this is when the trip really started, the beginning of the end of the tar
as you can see this is brandy country
While Ektoknbike sorted his battery we all had 2 quick "steering dampers". His bike has a fancy Scott's damper and didnt need further assistance. We opted for the Black label type.
Eisbein
Bachelor Dog
Sot said:
It is kind of an inside joke.
I wasn't going to comment on it 'till someone asked. ;D
I HATE that stupid song by Nic Stevens (hopefully you don't have the displeasure of knowing it), so naturally (and this started before the time) everytime someone saw me (and just for 'sommer net' early in the mornings) I was greeted (grated?) with 'Ek het 'n toeter. 'n Toeter op my waterskoeter!'.
Without fail.
Topbox actually had a silly little dance on it as well that almost made it worth while to have that stupid song stuck in your head again.
If you look at the photo of Topbox on 'his' island you'll also see that some clown (who shall remain unnamed for now until he can enter the witness protection program) even wrote 'waterskoeter' in the sand...
:
buzzlightyear said:
That is for the same reason as the Harley Davidson skull key holder I have for the bike.
For the sole purpose of reminding people (and especially the oh-so-serious BMW tjekboekryer club) that one should never take one's bike too serious...
And besides - I are from Kraaifontein.
;D ;D ;D ;D
Trailrider
Bachelor Dog
:thumleft: ;D
Bus
Race Dog
Eisbein said:
Ed Zachary!!! :biggrin:
Great adv, ouens...
Bring on the dodgy pics...
Buzzlightyear
Grey Hound
Eisbein said:
As hulle jou vra, se dis die nuwe Zumo antennas :imaposer:
Eisbein
Bachelor Dog
buzzlightyear said:
Available from your local Midas for R25!
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
