While still on the farm, my dad checked the chain of the KLE because, as he put it, “the chain was skipping...” On closer inspection it turned out that the chain was severely stretched in places. When pulling the chain away from the back sprocket, it stayed that way. So, the chain has to be replaced. Riding with it like that much further could have caused the chain to snap, with possibly spectacular results.
I got onto the phone to Trailrider (thanks!), whose number I fortunately had because we were planning on joining the EC Wilddogs for the Attakwaskloof get-together on the 23rd. He made some calls and I got a call from Beagle Boy, a Wilddog member based in PE. I explained our need and he went to a lot of trouble to source a chain for the KLE in PE, and organized for us to meet him at the Kawa dealer in PE (Auto Kawasaki).
Leaving the farm a bit later than we had hoped, we raced down to PE. We did however stop at the Daggaboers farm stall (as recommended by several people) for some “roosterkoek” (griddle “cakes” or biscuits that are like small square buns that are baked on hot coals) and great coffee before jumping back on the bikes and heading down to the coast.
Fuel stop at Paterson, and a roadblock that stopped us for about 15 minutes, waiting in a queue for license and vehicle inspections. Now we were in a hurry… the shop closes at 12! We rode a bit faster than we normally would (me stressing all the time that the chain would hold out), keeping the speeds to 120 and a bit above (which would have some implications later in the trip) and reached the Kawa dealer at 11:35. Beagle Boy was there, waiting for us, and we also met a lady Dog, whose name for the life of me I can’t remember… “Candy”? (BB, please help out here?)
In no time at all the chain was sorted, and after refueling, Beagle Boy accompanied us out of PE until he had to turn off for home.
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BIG thanks for your help, Beagle Boy!!! The WDs rock!! Please also convey our thanks to the shop owner(Glen?) and all the other friendly people in PE! Can definitely recommend their services!
We continued on to reach St Francis Bay around mid-afternoon. My dad’s friends have a place on the Kromme River, and we spent a few days with them. They took us around sight-seeing, and I promptly fell in love with Cape St Francis (not the glitzy on-the-marina part, but the old town further along).
Some pics of the area
We had a great meal on our last evening at a restaurant overlooking the harbor area (forgot the name) and left for Vleesbaai, our next stop, on the 23rd. (sorry for the bad quality of the cellphone image, but you get the picture! ;D )
Our original plans had been to join up with the EC Wilddogs at Attakwaskloof, but after our experiences earlier, we decided against tackling the unknown roads and stick to tar as far as possible. I was worried about my dad, his blood sugar was also starting to play up, and we thought it best to avoid possible sticky situations. Hmm… OK. Sorry, guys, next time!
On the road to Vleesbaai, we took the Langkloof route to try and avoid the December traffic.
Breakfast in Joubertina
The only place in Joubertina with unleaded fuel is the local Co-op...
Me getting adventurous and taking a pic while on the move... that little speck on the road is my dad
More to follow…