Not very long after we left Bushmans Kloof my heart sinks as I felt the front rim bottom out. The road is narrow and the verge is steep and rocky, not a great place to be spending an hour changing/fixing the tube, we've got all we need.....
atch: Then we learn very quickly that neither of us have the #14 allan key to take the front wheel off, how dumb can you get?
The spare tools we have are enough to do a rebuild, even a chainbreaker but no #14 :bluduh: There's no cell phone signal and Marilyn and Michele are long gone with the trailer. Shane's riding up and down the road trying to get a cell signal. Over the hill comes a car and flies past at a hectic speed. There are rocks and stones airborne and a thick plume of choking dust, what a prick! :dousing: No sooner had the dust started to clear and another came past at full speed!. I need to get out of here so push the bike to the best spot I can see and turn the bike into the road, sideways, so the next car is either going to have to slow down or take my bike out. :eek7: Still no cell signal, the only option is to chase after Marilyn, who had taken a shorter route to Brandkop.
Thank goodness I'd stuffed a hat in my backpack, it took two hours before Shane came over the hill, they were on the way, finally.
We loaded up the bike and started out for Nieuwoudville. The trailer had paid for itself.
I had heard of Protea Motors in Nieuwoudville from Rik, he mentioned that there was this garage that was full of antique bikes and cars, well maybe they could help. It was not fun watching Shane riding in the distance.
The good news though was we started seeing more flowers.
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