C
Camelman
Guest
My sister-in-law landed at 20:40 from Israel. I was happy. My wife was happy, her sister was coming at long last. I was happy cause I had just had 2 hours of brotherly bonding with my KTM 950 Adventure. My proad stallion had returned from its 7500km service from KTM Western Cape. I had fetched him at 15:30 after dropping him off the previous day.
I had been a bit scared dropping him off, after hearing so many stories about their service. So I snucked a couple of beers outa the fridge, and started disassembling my bike. I was going to make sure everything they said would be done, was done. (Was going to be a piece on the service of KTM, but Iâ??ll rather just shut-up!) :angryfire:
So back at the airport, I was smiling. Man I was happy. My wifeâ??s sister would take precedence over me, which would leave me and Katoom to fend for ourselves. Hie-haaa! You see why I was smiling? I smiled even more later when I was informed by the two of them that they were going malling the next day, and as long as I could be back by 12:00 I could gooi mielies!
At 05:40 I awoke to a stunning day. Coffee in bed for my wife, kisses, lovies, grap my kit, down the stairs, into my study, grap the maps, dress, two eggs and four slices of bread, eat while checking out the map, kiss my wife goodbye, I was outa here!
I had noticed a road on my most recent Map Studio between Tulbach and Gydo Pass, near Op-die-berg. However I could not find it on Google Earth. So I was going to check this out. Started on the N7 after zipping through the taxi rank, catching some lekker air over a speed hump, to the shock of the locals. Ha ha. Was my revenge. Almost missed the exit. Slid back around the traffic light and onto the road past De Noon. Man I loved this bike. Have I told you how I loved this bike. Man I loved this bike, dammit. 140 in 4th, its was going to be a lekker day. ;D
Took all the backroads and gravel to Malmesbury, tar to Tulbach, and into the town centre. There was no such road, I was informed by a local bru. Eish.
Was a old fire road. You can walk it, but even on a mountain bike, you would have to carry it a lot of the way. So okay. That was that then. I messed around just before the pass back. Thought I had seen a old road next to the railway through the pass. Was a dead end, so back to tar again.
Through the pass and onto a gravel road to Riebeeck-kasteel. It was my first time in this town, so I drove through it at 60km/h standing n the footpegs and looking down at everything. I waved a couple of Harley riders. Man I am actually a friendly okie.
So out the town, through Riebeeck-West, and found a gravel road in the right direction, Malmesbury. The country side was green, the dams full. Man I love this place. Through the farms I sped, Katoom straining at the bit. I refuelled in Moreesburg then outa town and onto gravel with Darling my next destination. After I crossed the tar road between Hopefield and Malmesbury I had my first vicious tank-slap. It was so hectic that I hurt my right hand in the process. I stopped, nursed my hand a bit and set forth again. I would have more of these on this road. Started me thinking on what causes a tank-slap. So if anybody could enlighten me, please post bru! ???
After Darling I went for the West Coast road. Was nice. Even figured out how to take pictures with my cellphone while riding. The only tricky part was when I had to ride the bike with the phones display as my only view of the road. Maybe I should rather get a helmet cam, but then again, what am I going to do on tar when boredom sets in.
Mad a quick pic stop in Yzerfontein, then off again! So sorry for the lack of picks. I didnâ??t think it would be a story-telling ride, but again, every ride is a story.
I was back at home at 12:00. I had done 350km in 6 hours. Not too bad. But half of it was on tar. Oh well. Onto the couch in front of the telly. Not even the Boks loss, could dampen my spirits. Especially after I heard that we would be having lunch at the parents in Hopefield the next day, and I could go with the bike. Hahaha. Mission 2 was born.
I had been a bit scared dropping him off, after hearing so many stories about their service. So I snucked a couple of beers outa the fridge, and started disassembling my bike. I was going to make sure everything they said would be done, was done. (Was going to be a piece on the service of KTM, but Iâ??ll rather just shut-up!) :angryfire:
So back at the airport, I was smiling. Man I was happy. My wifeâ??s sister would take precedence over me, which would leave me and Katoom to fend for ourselves. Hie-haaa! You see why I was smiling? I smiled even more later when I was informed by the two of them that they were going malling the next day, and as long as I could be back by 12:00 I could gooi mielies!
At 05:40 I awoke to a stunning day. Coffee in bed for my wife, kisses, lovies, grap my kit, down the stairs, into my study, grap the maps, dress, two eggs and four slices of bread, eat while checking out the map, kiss my wife goodbye, I was outa here!
I had noticed a road on my most recent Map Studio between Tulbach and Gydo Pass, near Op-die-berg. However I could not find it on Google Earth. So I was going to check this out. Started on the N7 after zipping through the taxi rank, catching some lekker air over a speed hump, to the shock of the locals. Ha ha. Was my revenge. Almost missed the exit. Slid back around the traffic light and onto the road past De Noon. Man I loved this bike. Have I told you how I loved this bike. Man I loved this bike, dammit. 140 in 4th, its was going to be a lekker day. ;D
Took all the backroads and gravel to Malmesbury, tar to Tulbach, and into the town centre. There was no such road, I was informed by a local bru. Eish.
Was a old fire road. You can walk it, but even on a mountain bike, you would have to carry it a lot of the way. So okay. That was that then. I messed around just before the pass back. Thought I had seen a old road next to the railway through the pass. Was a dead end, so back to tar again.
Through the pass and onto a gravel road to Riebeeck-kasteel. It was my first time in this town, so I drove through it at 60km/h standing n the footpegs and looking down at everything. I waved a couple of Harley riders. Man I am actually a friendly okie.
So out the town, through Riebeeck-West, and found a gravel road in the right direction, Malmesbury. The country side was green, the dams full. Man I love this place. Through the farms I sped, Katoom straining at the bit. I refuelled in Moreesburg then outa town and onto gravel with Darling my next destination. After I crossed the tar road between Hopefield and Malmesbury I had my first vicious tank-slap. It was so hectic that I hurt my right hand in the process. I stopped, nursed my hand a bit and set forth again. I would have more of these on this road. Started me thinking on what causes a tank-slap. So if anybody could enlighten me, please post bru! ???
After Darling I went for the West Coast road. Was nice. Even figured out how to take pictures with my cellphone while riding. The only tricky part was when I had to ride the bike with the phones display as my only view of the road. Maybe I should rather get a helmet cam, but then again, what am I going to do on tar when boredom sets in.
Mad a quick pic stop in Yzerfontein, then off again! So sorry for the lack of picks. I didnâ??t think it would be a story-telling ride, but again, every ride is a story.
I was back at home at 12:00. I had done 350km in 6 hours. Not too bad. But half of it was on tar. Oh well. Onto the couch in front of the telly. Not even the Boks loss, could dampen my spirits. Especially after I heard that we would be having lunch at the parents in Hopefield the next day, and I could go with the bike. Hahaha. Mission 2 was born.
