Andre E
Race Dog
Or anywhere else for that matter. :biggrin:
The boys decided to stay home today. They ended up playing paintball in the dark and then X Box till the early hours of the morning, so had little interest in early rising.
One could see that it was gonna be a scorcher, so we filled the hydration packs with powerade that had spent the night in the deep freeze. After fuel we got going.
Six kilometers on the Tarkastad road we take the Flowers Halt turnoff.
My riding partner for tackling the obstacles of the day. If she tackles the road as she takes on life, we'll be better than just fine. Wife, Mother, entrepeneur and party animal.
Some good riding and scenery follows.
At kilometer sixteen we turn onto the Mierkraal road. Themometer is reading 37 degrees here. From here going is slightly more technical, with the road threatening to become a tweespoor paadjie.
A little further on, the valley surrounded by mountains. Or hills....
Kilometer thirty brings another junction, we'll take the Sterkstroom route. It's a different route to what I posted last time, but will join up with that one up ahead.
Taking a drinks break next to a farm. The oven is hot at 38 degrees. Hydro packs are working overtime.
Time to carry on.
At kilometer fifty we join up with the main Bailey Sterkstroom road. It's fast, easy going.
Just a short way on we turn onto the Tarkastad road.The gauge on my bike reads 41 degrees.
I notice a sudden change in the road, deep sandy patches. Our bikes are fitted with Anakee's, inflated for two up tar road riding. I gooi throttle, and the 1200 snakes through. In my mirror I see Theresa is of the line, only by a few inches. It's enough to grab the front, and she goes down doing sixty, in a spectacular cloud of dust. I drop my bike and run back, but she's up allready, lifting her bike.
I offer to check if the boobies are unscathed, and we laugh the fright away. The horse is uninterested.
At the next junction we take a shortcut back to Queenstown. The road runs through a private game farm. It's a public road though, fenced on both sides so we are legal.
The final stretch to the Qtn Tarka main road and onto home, where cold beer awaits.
Hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
P.S. The boobies are fine, but that photo may never see daylight..... eepwall:
The boys decided to stay home today. They ended up playing paintball in the dark and then X Box till the early hours of the morning, so had little interest in early rising.
One could see that it was gonna be a scorcher, so we filled the hydration packs with powerade that had spent the night in the deep freeze. After fuel we got going.
Six kilometers on the Tarkastad road we take the Flowers Halt turnoff.
My riding partner for tackling the obstacles of the day. If she tackles the road as she takes on life, we'll be better than just fine. Wife, Mother, entrepeneur and party animal.
Some good riding and scenery follows.
At kilometer sixteen we turn onto the Mierkraal road. Themometer is reading 37 degrees here. From here going is slightly more technical, with the road threatening to become a tweespoor paadjie.
A little further on, the valley surrounded by mountains. Or hills....
Kilometer thirty brings another junction, we'll take the Sterkstroom route. It's a different route to what I posted last time, but will join up with that one up ahead.
Taking a drinks break next to a farm. The oven is hot at 38 degrees. Hydro packs are working overtime.
Time to carry on.
At kilometer fifty we join up with the main Bailey Sterkstroom road. It's fast, easy going.
Just a short way on we turn onto the Tarkastad road.The gauge on my bike reads 41 degrees.
I notice a sudden change in the road, deep sandy patches. Our bikes are fitted with Anakee's, inflated for two up tar road riding. I gooi throttle, and the 1200 snakes through. In my mirror I see Theresa is of the line, only by a few inches. It's enough to grab the front, and she goes down doing sixty, in a spectacular cloud of dust. I drop my bike and run back, but she's up allready, lifting her bike.
I offer to check if the boobies are unscathed, and we laugh the fright away. The horse is uninterested.
At the next junction we take a shortcut back to Queenstown. The road runs through a private game farm. It's a public road though, fenced on both sides so we are legal.
The final stretch to the Qtn Tarka main road and onto home, where cold beer awaits.
Hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
P.S. The boobies are fine, but that photo may never see daylight..... eepwall: