Carnivore
Race Dog
Today wuz one of the windiest I can rememberâ?¦. 
But first.. a little bit of back tracking. I have a buddy (yes, it is true..) :eek7: who really desired to get into some motorcycling. :ricky: And when your lovely wifey shares the desire, well, it doesnâ??t get much better than that. GET A BIKE!! :deal:
So when he asked me to test-ride a beautimous F650GS, it was not difficult to say OK.. :3some:
The deed was done, and my buddy is as pleased as punch. :biggrin: Here he is wif his son in the grudge with the Silver Pony.
But, being an absolute newbie at this, it has taken some time for him to find his feet, so to speak. After a few weeks of gepeuter around the parking lot and some grassy open placeseepwall: â?¦ itâ??s time for the Brekvis Run to Port Alfred, 150kays up the coast from PE. :thumleft:
Weather forecasts are saying very high windsâ?¦ so we leave it to this morning to decide. After a perfecto Saturday and a lovely evening attending a rather lekker wedding, :mwink: we get home â?¦ umâ?¦ rather late, and so I send the man a smsâ?¦ call me first poep of the duifie and say yay or nay.
Well, 06:45 on a Sunday morningâ?¦ my ringtone is a rather delicious turbocharged getaway ( I love it when he hits 3rd gear and pullsâ?¦) so I grab the device and smother the noiseâ?¦ ag what the heckâ?¦ â??Yup, Howzit Mike.â? â??So, whatâ??s the weather going to do today? Is there more bad stuff coming?â? is the query form the other side.
â??No man, Iâ??m checking it out towards the west, ek seâ?¦ itâ??s bright and sunny already. This is going to be a great fine dayâ?â?¦ (tongue very firmly in cheek, you understand. Right, so heâ??ll see me in 30 minutes. :imaposer:
Here we are, Main Manne, just raring to go.
We gathered at Builders Warehouse with a few brave souls who knew what was coming but didnâ??t mind. So waar, Mikeâ??s front wheel had an uninvited 4-pronged guest between the knobs > and a serpent-like sssss was emanating from the Trailwingâ?¦. Holts Tyreweld sorted that out!
And so we departed for the seething metropolis of Port Alfred, the Eastern Capeâ??s Mediterranean Marina of note. Of course, westerly had picked up significantly (likeâ?¦. 50km/h worth of significantly..) but it was at our back, so not a problem at this stage. We stopped once to assist with a telephonic logistical issue of a fellow biker, who laboured under the misconception that his wife and son, who were supposed to be following him and his little girl, were in actual fact heading for Timbuktu. Happily, we can report that the family unit was reunited in a moment, :bueller: and we continued on our journey, in ever-growing anticipation of a sumptuous repast. (For CS and Runner, that means a moerse brekfis...)
Well, being relatively slower than the road rat machines that we encountered at the foregathering, we were a tad later than the rest at the Skiboat Club, and we wasted no time in getting stuck into some coffee, and a very lekker full brekvis â?? wors, mince, tomato, eggs, juice, cereals toast, marmaledâ?¦ (not in any particular order..) and we had some entertainment from Craig Mischief. Very good gags, and some pretty good singing too.
Now, these two gentlemen were on some rather impressive machinery â?? 1800cc V-twin Suzuki Boulevards. Damn.. you just cannot ignore the beast. But the fun thing wasâ?¦ the older guy used to terrorize the unlicensed dirt bikers in PE in the early 80â??s as a rather famous Spietkop. Our cabaret artist made him cringe a little bit!! :xxbah:
So, Mike was duly led like a lamb to the slaughter, on to the dirt roads from PA to PE along the coast past Woody Cape. You can see that it was bleak and the wind was pumping at up to 80km/h in the open placesâ?¦and we were heading into its teeth. Through the kloofs and between the trees in the Woody Cape Reserve area, the wind is attenuated somewhat, but picks up again like a malevolent monster upon emerging into the open.
We were being subjected to a full investigation by the Bovine Board of Beverage Producersâ?¦
Getting into the denser bushy section around Zuney and De Mond, I managed to get a couple of pics of Mike negotiating some tricky sandy bits. His smile was as wide as his visorâ?¦!
And so we merged onto the N2 again at Kinkelbos, and bent our heads into the westerly that tried to throw us off the road. From here until home â?? no more picturesâ?¦ but I must add that we did detour onto the old Coega Road, just to go over the old Mackay Bridge which is condemned and in imminent danger of collapsing into the Sundays River. Apparently, Captain Slow had been there too, on Saturday. Naughtyâ?¦ he he he. :
Thatâ??s it â?? just a few pics, but for me the beauty of todayâ??s trip was that I conned my buddy into riding a wild wind with hail and rain (yupâ?¦ at Canon Rocks, we were bombarded with little ice bullets) and now, he need not fear such again, for he has conquered one of the devils that were plaguing his mind. Yeee haah! :biggrin:
Entebbe, here we come. :ricky:
Good night.
But first.. a little bit of back tracking. I have a buddy (yes, it is true..) :eek7: who really desired to get into some motorcycling. :ricky: And when your lovely wifey shares the desire, well, it doesnâ??t get much better than that. GET A BIKE!! :deal:
So when he asked me to test-ride a beautimous F650GS, it was not difficult to say OK.. :3some:
The deed was done, and my buddy is as pleased as punch. :biggrin: Here he is wif his son in the grudge with the Silver Pony.
But, being an absolute newbie at this, it has taken some time for him to find his feet, so to speak. After a few weeks of gepeuter around the parking lot and some grassy open places
eepwall: â?¦ itâ??s time for the Brekvis Run to Port Alfred, 150kays up the coast from PE. :thumleft:Weather forecasts are saying very high windsâ?¦ so we leave it to this morning to decide. After a perfecto Saturday and a lovely evening attending a rather lekker wedding, :mwink: we get home â?¦ umâ?¦ rather late, and so I send the man a smsâ?¦ call me first poep of the duifie and say yay or nay.
Well, 06:45 on a Sunday morningâ?¦ my ringtone is a rather delicious turbocharged getaway ( I love it when he hits 3rd gear and pullsâ?¦) so I grab the device and smother the noiseâ?¦ ag what the heckâ?¦ â??Yup, Howzit Mike.â? â??So, whatâ??s the weather going to do today? Is there more bad stuff coming?â? is the query form the other side.
â??No man, Iâ??m checking it out towards the west, ek seâ?¦ itâ??s bright and sunny already. This is going to be a great fine dayâ?â?¦ (tongue very firmly in cheek, you understand. Right, so heâ??ll see me in 30 minutes. :imaposer:
Here we are, Main Manne, just raring to go.
We gathered at Builders Warehouse with a few brave souls who knew what was coming but didnâ??t mind. So waar, Mikeâ??s front wheel had an uninvited 4-pronged guest between the knobs >
and a serpent-like sssss was emanating from the Trailwingâ?¦. Holts Tyreweld sorted that out!And so we departed for the seething metropolis of Port Alfred, the Eastern Capeâ??s Mediterranean Marina of note. Of course, westerly had picked up significantly (likeâ?¦. 50km/h worth of significantly..) but it was at our back, so not a problem at this stage. We stopped once to assist with a telephonic logistical issue of a fellow biker, who laboured under the misconception that his wife and son, who were supposed to be following him and his little girl, were in actual fact heading for Timbuktu. Happily, we can report that the family unit was reunited in a moment, :bueller: and we continued on our journey, in ever-growing anticipation of a sumptuous repast. (For CS and Runner, that means a moerse brekfis...)
Well, being relatively slower than the road rat machines that we encountered at the foregathering, we were a tad later than the rest at the Skiboat Club, and we wasted no time in getting stuck into some coffee, and a very lekker full brekvis â?? wors, mince, tomato, eggs, juice, cereals toast, marmaledâ?¦ (not in any particular order..) and we had some entertainment from Craig Mischief. Very good gags, and some pretty good singing too.
Now, these two gentlemen were on some rather impressive machinery â?? 1800cc V-twin Suzuki Boulevards. Damn.. you just cannot ignore the beast. But the fun thing wasâ?¦ the older guy used to terrorize the unlicensed dirt bikers in PE in the early 80â??s as a rather famous Spietkop. Our cabaret artist made him cringe a little bit!! :xxbah:
So, Mike was duly led like a lamb to the slaughter, on to the dirt roads from PA to PE along the coast past Woody Cape. You can see that it was bleak and the wind was pumping at up to 80km/h in the open placesâ?¦and we were heading into its teeth. Through the kloofs and between the trees in the Woody Cape Reserve area, the wind is attenuated somewhat, but picks up again like a malevolent monster upon emerging into the open.
We were being subjected to a full investigation by the Bovine Board of Beverage Producersâ?¦
Getting into the denser bushy section around Zuney and De Mond, I managed to get a couple of pics of Mike negotiating some tricky sandy bits. His smile was as wide as his visorâ?¦!
And so we merged onto the N2 again at Kinkelbos, and bent our heads into the westerly that tried to throw us off the road. From here until home â?? no more picturesâ?¦ but I must add that we did detour onto the old Coega Road, just to go over the old Mackay Bridge which is condemned and in imminent danger of collapsing into the Sundays River. Apparently, Captain Slow had been there too, on Saturday. Naughtyâ?¦ he he he. :
Thatâ??s it â?? just a few pics, but for me the beauty of todayâ??s trip was that I conned my buddy into riding a wild wind with hail and rain (yupâ?¦ at Canon Rocks, we were bombarded with little ice bullets) and now, he need not fear such again, for he has conquered one of the devils that were plaguing his mind. Yeee haah! :biggrin:
Entebbe, here we come. :ricky:
Good night.
