On Sunday 1st of May Buddha, Dick,Pa Gerald and I decided to take a ride out to Kirkwood for an early breakfast . What a great sunny day to be out in the open with great buddies and their bikes.
We travelled on the R75 to the Blue cliff turn off a great piece gravel road that takes one to the Tar road into Kirkwood
At the T junction with the R336 we turned left onto the road to Kirkwood. We then turned right onto Waverley Drive
The plan was to travel along Waverley Drive through a small stream and ride onto Enon and ride the great dirt roads in the Kirkwood Sunland area and then stop at the Zoo Berg Inn for breaskfast.
Well Dogz those where the gedagtes but we where in for a surprize the Sundays River was had other plans.
As we approached the usaually small strearm we where faced with a strongly flowing river approximatly 100 meters wide, I entered the river gingerly and quickly relized I was in trouble
Buddha rode straight past me shouting moenie worry nie uncle I will show u how its done.
Needless to say he did show me how it is done by drowning his beloved BM
Dick and Pa Gerald shouting instructions from the side line
After the GS was out of the water we set about trying to get the plugs removed guess what no spark plug tube to be found ( geen vonk prop ding nie) made a call or two and assistance was one the way.
Buddha then decided he would show us how and where we should have ridden to make the crossing safe and started off into the swelling river Diet coke in hand
The next moment our friend our buddy our china Buhdda the other part of Fatties and Monies disappeared into was could only described as a trip into hell a watery hell
our friend was gone after sometime maybe 10minutes Buhdda emerged from the depths of hell and quickly breast stroked himself to safety
It was very evident by the state that Buhdda was in he needed BEK TOT BEK (mouth to mouth)we quickly connect a pump up to my GS and forced the pipe into his .... to blow the water out of him.
One seems to laugh at things that happen to other people Well Dogz this was no different
Reminds me of the time Supervan overtook me going down a very rocky hill as he past me all hell broke loose like the goose Supervan hit a rock and set sail over the handle bars of his KTM Van landed face first open face helmets those days A part of his jaw bone actually broke off his bone and become lodge in the area below that same bone even today we still laugh about his bone not spike truely a legend on tar or dirt the greatest SA has seen
After a short while Riaan arrived and was assisted by Buddha in stripping all the covers off the GS TO FIND THE AIR CLEANER
Buddha has now taken a piece of creepy crawly pipe joined to the air filter and strapped it to his wind screen
Dogz we never made it for breakfast but we were in time for lunch at the best pie shop in the Eastern Cape
We travelled on the R75 to the Blue cliff turn off a great piece gravel road that takes one to the Tar road into Kirkwood
At the T junction with the R336 we turned left onto the road to Kirkwood. We then turned right onto Waverley Drive
The plan was to travel along Waverley Drive through a small stream and ride onto Enon and ride the great dirt roads in the Kirkwood Sunland area and then stop at the Zoo Berg Inn for breaskfast.
Well Dogz those where the gedagtes but we where in for a surprize the Sundays River was had other plans.
As we approached the usaually small strearm we where faced with a strongly flowing river approximatly 100 meters wide, I entered the river gingerly and quickly relized I was in trouble
Buddha rode straight past me shouting moenie worry nie uncle I will show u how its done.
Needless to say he did show me how it is done by drowning his beloved BM
Dick and Pa Gerald shouting instructions from the side line
After the GS was out of the water we set about trying to get the plugs removed guess what no spark plug tube to be found ( geen vonk prop ding nie) made a call or two and assistance was one the way.
Buddha then decided he would show us how and where we should have ridden to make the crossing safe and started off into the swelling river Diet coke in hand
The next moment our friend our buddy our china Buhdda the other part of Fatties and Monies disappeared into was could only described as a trip into hell a watery hell
our friend was gone after sometime maybe 10minutes Buhdda emerged from the depths of hell and quickly breast stroked himself to safety
It was very evident by the state that Buhdda was in he needed BEK TOT BEK (mouth to mouth)we quickly connect a pump up to my GS and forced the pipe into his .... to blow the water out of him.
One seems to laugh at things that happen to other people Well Dogz this was no different
Reminds me of the time Supervan overtook me going down a very rocky hill as he past me all hell broke loose like the goose Supervan hit a rock and set sail over the handle bars of his KTM Van landed face first open face helmets those days A part of his jaw bone actually broke off his bone and become lodge in the area below that same bone even today we still laugh about his bone not spike truely a legend on tar or dirt the greatest SA has seen
After a short while Riaan arrived and was assisted by Buddha in stripping all the covers off the GS TO FIND THE AIR CLEANER
Buddha has now taken a piece of creepy crawly pipe joined to the air filter and strapped it to his wind screen
Dogz we never made it for breakfast but we were in time for lunch at the best pie shop in the Eastern Cape
