Wow...it was really hard to wake up this am. In fact Claude had to shake me awake cause I didn't even hear my alarm with the ear plugs in. It was the same routine...get dressed In the tent and stumble out. Every night I had been strapping Claude's wrist with KT tape, which had been working well, but this morning, when I asked how the wrist felt he said not good. It was very swollen and he couldn't really move it much. Things didn't look good for him riding today, and even though I really didn't want to believe it, I said that he probably shouldn't ride with it like that. If it was the 1st injury he could have maybe, but if he re-broke it or damaged it again there was a chance of permanent issues. He carried on getting dressed though, but fortunately got the medics to examine it and they stated that under no circumstances was he to ride. At breakfast he was bitterly disappointed, but he said he would just jump on the tar and meet us in kakamas. There wasn't much time, and I entered my waypoints in at the table after retrieving my GPS from Pleco. It was pretty chilly that morning, and still pretty dark when I pulled into the starting line.
I had to stop just north of springbok to put a zip-tie on my front brake line that I'd forgotten to do the night before, but then it was a quite ride to the fuel stop before the special. The 3 riders who were in front of me made a wrong turn and so I was at the fuel stop before them. In and out, i didnt fill up completely, and i was on my way to the rhichtersvelt!!
Andy and John were there to see us off.
Now just before starting the Amageza, the battery in my speedo had died. I replaced it with a new one, but it was somehow dead again. This meant that anytime I turned off the bike, the farking trip meter reset. This had started on day 2 actually. So quite often I was frantically trying to change the trip meter by large values, or having to add 50 km or some random number to the value. It was frustrating. I sorted this out and then got the go-ahead to start ss3.
The 1st section was pretty much a gravel road that meandered for awhile and then became less and less of a road and more of a jeep track.
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It was truly beautiful, and here were plenty of "woooohoooos" and "yeeeehaaaas". After a fair distance the track started to get more technical as we ascended into the mountains. The navigations was a little tricky, but manageable at speed generally. I passed 3 riders who were a bit lost and coming back from a wrong turn, and then the road got more hectic. It wasn't that technical, but it was very rocky, with loose shale sections and some deep ruts in places. I too took a wrong turn at one point. My map and gut said I should go left, but there were absolutely no tracks going that way (so I thought, but the ground was rocky and difficult to see) and a lot of tracks leading straight. I went straight but soon realized it was wrong and didn't loose much time at all. Riding over those loose rocks took really good concentration. Set in my mind was the words from the briefing the night before and so I took it fairly easily. This was also prime terrain for a snake-bite puncture, and so I kept the front light. The wheels flicked up rocks constantly and my baseplate and exhaust protection took a bit of a beating. For awhile a guy on a 690 rode behind me after I passed him when he was stopped to check his navigation, but after maybe 5-10km he was no longer there and I rode the rest by myself. It was fantastic!
Even though I was kinda backed off a bit, I still had a few moments where I went farming rocks and sand, or hit something really hard. Here were hidden ruts and small river beds. There were plenty of tracks also heading "off-road" and a few places where it looked like someone had fallen, one in particular back in the 1st 1/3 of the stage, up in the rocks. The rocks were so loose you could easily see the skid marks.
The route took us down into maze of criss-crossing riverbeds and there was some really fast open sections interspersed with riverbeds of sand and rock. The navigation now was really easy and the landmarks were good. It was really the best SS section of the entire race. The scenery was utterly mind blowing. So harsh, but so beautiful. I found myself pointing and yelling to myself. i wonder if any of this is on the video hahaha. (haven't had a chance to go through day 3 yet ) I remember seeing an Auger Buzzard and was super chuffed as it was the 1st one I've seen
Too soon it was over and I was going painfully slowly through farm areas with speed limits of 40km/hr, eventually making my way to the end of the SS and the border into NAM.
Pulling in at the end of SS 3
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Crossing over was a bit of a pain and I envied the full blown rally bikes that didn't need to. It took what seemed like an age to get over, and then at the garage I took off all my warm gear, had a coke, and then reversed the process. I then stopped to tell Nicki I was back. As I was heading off WTD stopped me and asked if I had puncture repair glue. I did so I gave them some to fix his front tube and then I was off. I caught Joey on the short liaison, cause he was taking it easy on the tar with his mousses. I started the SS 4 section 2 min in front of him.
I had a good chuckle cause as I started there was a rider heading back towards me. He missed the very 1st turn off and had gone off into a dead end. I passed him at that turning, and set off on a very fast track with stunning sections of sand and then gravel, meandering through hills and over small rocky mountains.
Some river bed sections were really fun with sharp turns around bushed and rocks in medium sand. It was really great stuff. At one waypoint I slowed down and Joey came flying passed me....he was not taking any prisoners, and I quickly jumped on his tail and we started a long section of riding together. Once or twice I passed him when he took a slight wrong turn and then he'd pass me again. It was a really fun time cause were were riding fast, and just having a blast, both navigating and kinda checking each other. Fairly close to the end of the technical section, it got a bit dusty so I was hanging a little further back. I came around the corned and my heart stopped. He was sprawled on the ground, bike lying off to the side. I quickly stopped and ran over to him, asking if he was okay. I didn't hear him with my earplugs so I tried to look into his eyes. I thought he was out, but actually he wasn't and he asked me to sort out his bike. I laughed afterwards - that's exactly what I would have done.... Dude, is my bike ok?? I picked it up and then helped him up. His arm was pretty sore but otherwise he seemed a bit groggy. We checked the bike and then set off. I rode behind him for a while to check he was ok. The speed had dropped down quite a bit naturally. After awhile he gave me a thumbs up and I went off in front. It wasn't long and the fun was over, moving onto another long boring section of normal road, so I sat at my customary 100-110km/hr. Joey passed me here as did someone else if I remember correctly. At the end of the special we stopped and had a break, chatting to N[]VA and co who were tagging along with the Marshalls.
The liaison to Kakamas was a short section of tar to Poffadder and then some beautiful back roads that kinda bunny-hopped north of the highway and eventually came out at Kakamas. There were multiple gates. I potted along, and at one point stopped cause I was falling asleep.
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